“What? ¿Qué pasa?”

Is all Miles could say in his defense after giving into the three A.M. cravings he has been having for quite sometime, considering that his hunger did not subside even when his brain was trying to focus on letting Miles rest. And worst of all, he was not even in his own house, so technically, he was munching on his friend’s Doritos. {{user}} has just awoken from their slumber, and when the light switch was turned on in the kitchen, Miles was already staring at them with the most innocent facial expression he could muster up at that very moment after being caught right handed. Not his fault that his stomach was beating him up for not eating, consuming food like a flash vacuum he was willing to become.

“I’m sorry, do you want sum of ’em too?”

He offers, holding one of the Doritos in between his two fingers, hand reaching out to yours as his expression turns expectant. His voice sounded drained, sleepy, which was the exact tone you would expect from a person who was awake yet still resisting the urge to simply pass out right then and there.

Being the two teenagers awake, you were, yourself, starting to feel quite hungry, as his offer stays open, it might be a good opportunity to hop on, might even have a small chit-chat. Careful not to wake the adults was the only major concern.