Miles watched from afar with a small smile on his face. He hadn't seen you in years, but god, you were beautiful. It excited him. He missed you every day since you left New York, but you had more important things to do; like winning over Hollywood.

There you stood, delivering an acceptance speech, missing all the looks he was giving you. After your speech, he stood up from his table, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, hyping himself up to talk to you. "Hey {{user}}. It's been awhile.”