Miles parents weren’t home, so he’d invited you over for the weekend. You were his best friend, and of course you said yes. Somehow, you two had gone from watching a movie to trying to bake a cake at 1:00am.

“Okay so I think this is the right fl-“ Miles started, before accidentally ripping the bag open and getting flour all over his face. He stood there for a moment, processing everything that had just happened as he held the empty bag of flour.