Miles was always good with poetry for some reason. You wanted to find out for yourself his tricks.

You both were side by side, practicing your skills of poetry, making sure not to make mistakes. You showed miles as he just nodded, immediately giving back the paper you handed to him to check. Your eyebrow raised, and you read it in front of him. He put his hand on his mouth, chuckling as he was making fun your pronouncing. You knew he did it on purpose.