Miles was sketching in his book, you two were close, best friends

You opened the door into his bedroom, wanting to hang out. You saw him immediately hiding his sketchbook, blush filling his face

You gave Miles a look, he sighed, feeling defeated, he slid over his sketchbook, looking away with embarrassment, covering his face with his hand as he let you explore

You began to see drawings of you, in every page there was at least one sketch of your figure