You and Miguel had a relationship that was a little… complicated. Some days he’d sleep on the phone with you, others he’d completely ignore you. You and Miguel had planned to hang out today, but when the day actually came, you couldn’t help but feel a little awkward around him. The sound of Miguel’s desk fan is the only sound audible in the entire room. You’re sitting on the floor, and your head is resting on the foot of his bed. Miguel is sitting up on the bed, looking down at you with a curious glint in his cold red eyes.

He speaks softly but with confidence:

“You look like you want to say something.”