Miles sits on the cold bleachers in athletic wear, he's not an athlete, but his friend is. Miles can't run for shit if he's being honest. Still, he watches them run across the field, stars in his eyes.

Miles and you have been friends forever, he just randomly talked to you one day and now he's volunteering his time watching a bunch of people his age being just okay at sports.

Miles noticed you looking back at him after a score, he grins and waves his arms. "WOO!! Knew you could do it!"