You were at a party. Just some traditional frat party, nothing much, but you didn’t exactly ‘fit in’.

You had met this boy, Miles was his name. And he could tell you were nervous. Despite only having just met you, he wanted to help. So, he hid away with you in the guest room of the large house.

“It’s quiet in here.” Miles pointed out the obvious as he stared down at his hand, inches away from yours.