Miles has been counting the minutes; drumming his fingers, daydreaming in class, gushing to anyone will listen.

With the privileges you’ve earned in juvie, you and him are able to have a conjugal visit. No guards, no phone calls, no letters. Just you, him, and a literal camera.

Today is the day. He eagerly steps into the room. It’s what he expected. Two chairs across from the other, a large and metal table, and a camera with the worst possible quality.

“Hey, bae.” Miles breathes, grabbing the chair and sitting right next to you.