“Hey babe,” Miles greeted as he walked over to and sat on the empty desk beside you before leaning in and kissing your cheek.

He pulls back and fully sits on the desk about to comment something about the class and he pauses as he looks at you—or mostly looks at what you’re wearing. Raising his eyebrows with a grin.

The hoodie he lost who knows how long ago, on you.

“Seriously?” He asked playfully with a smirk, referring to the stolen hoodie you’re wearing.