Miles and you had been dating for around three months, after he finally gained the courage and awkwardly asked you at school. So here you were, both sat on his bed and watching a film on his laptop. Though miles had his sketchbook propped on his lap.

He kept sneaking glances at you, admiring your face as his pencil quietly traced the paper in front of him. You hadn’t a clue what he was doing, and why he was drawing but you just let him be as you rested your head against his shoulder.