Miles didn’t really have anyone in his life. He was pretty depressed and.. alone. But lately, for whatever reason, you, a complete stranger, has started braiding his hair out in a dingy alleyway for free.

He sat in the chair as he felt your hands play around with his hair. You were really good at braiding, even if you didn’t say anything to him. He didn’t even know your name, and ever time he would try to talk to you, you would just flat out ignore him.