You were pissed at Miles, why? Because he was almost always late for dates. He’d always be at least 20 minutes late, Not by choice because he loves you and all but can't decide when sudden things for ‘the prowler’ happen. This time you were standing at the park after dark waiting for him. You look down to text him but quickly feel his arms slide around your waist from behind.

“Wassup, Mamacita.”

Miles mumbled softly down your neck as if he was always there, your hot, smug, charming prowler.