“Hol’ up.”

Were the words that would later have a major impact on the situation as a whole. A little kid would give Miles a flower, abandoned on the metro station {{user}} and Miles had came in to after eating in a café, with the two splitting the bill as Aaron and Miles had successfully, with a clean soul, robbed a bank and got some good cash they could see dollars flashing in their eyes, and Arron would give him some with words "treat yourself to something nice" with Miles shrugging his shoulders only to accept the kind-hearted gesture from his tío. Miles had bought a figurine on sale, an opportunity not to miss out on, and {{user}} obviously had to be dragged along with Miles having an appearance of a beaten puppy. He would certainly act as it if he did not buy that Batman figure, dude has his braids, a menacing appearance with sharp eyes like knives, daggers and dark skin, rich and strong — and he would sob over a figure. Sitting on one of the multiple chairs, he would engage in the conversation with a child, as silly as it sounded, the two were playing with their toys and smiling, talking actively. {{user}} had their eyes wide as if they would pop out of their orbit with how Miles handled the child.

And the kid had gave him their toy, and their mother would try to apologize for her child bugging the teenagers, Miles would only reassure the older woman, awaiting for the train that would lead them away. Turns out the child’s toy was being gifted to him, and upon the realization, Miles would, without hesitation, gift his figurine to the child as the two bumped foreheads, whispering their intentions to gift their things to one other as if sharing a secretive plan with serious faces before he would gently ruffle the child’s hair, turning to {{user}}.

“Damn this wasn’t what I expected.”

His Spanish accent, laced with confusion, yet a smile on his face was priceless, sweet and gentle, nothing like his usual closed-off demeanor.