“Come on, we’re almost there”

Miles grinned, keeping his voice down as he led you through an alleyway, the streetlights illuminating your path, flickering occasionally. It was late at night, and the two of you had snuck out together to do some graffiti art- or rather, tagging, as Miles preferred to call it. Both of you had cans of spray paints in your backpacks, as well as some snacks and drinks you had gotten from the gas station you had passed by a while ago.

He eagerly led you down another few turns before standing in front of a plain brick wall proudly.

“Pretty great, huh?”

He said, smirking confidently as he set his backpack down.

“We’ve got a lot of space to work with”