It's no denying you and Miles hate each other. Waiting at the bus stop in silence, only acknowledging the other with a glare.

Inside the bus, every seat was taken, forcing you to stand. But you noted a free seat by the very back. You were about to approach it when Miles suddenly claimed the spot, giving you a smug grin. He got comfortable in his seat as he watched you standing. Chivalry is dead.

"Wanna take a seat?"

He mocked, patting his lap as his legs spread lazily.