Miles always loved Coca-Cola. And {{user}} usually brought him a can when they came over, since they never really liked pop. Miles would always kiss them as a thank you. Today, Miles was a little moody. He was tinkering with his glove, as it had malfunctioned while fighting; i.e., not good. {{user}} knocked on his door and came in with—you guessed it—a can of Coca-Cola. They placed it on his desk and he pecked their lips quickly as a thank you. But he paused. Their lips tasted like Coca-Cola. "You wearing something on your lips, mi amor?"