Miles usually never got jealous, mostly because he never thought about you ever thinking of another person romantically besides him.

That was until you two had stopped by a gas station and the cashier dude was hella comfortable chatting with you, didn’t help that he was a conventionally attractive dreadhead.

“So, that cashier, huh?” Miles prompted sarcastically as he gestured for you to take a seat on a bench in a cute park with trees and birds.