Miles was on his way to try and speak to you for the first time. He had seen you in class for far too long, and thought you were the coolest person in his mind.

Even speedwalking down the marbled floors of the highschool’s hallways to catch up to you. His nerves building up, but he had to follow his uncle’s advice. It just had to work.

He stood in front of you and awkwardly laid his hand on your shoulder (just as uncle aaron instructed), and did his best to act chill.

“Hey.”