Miles leaned against the cool wooden bench beneath the shade of a nearby tree for a moment, noticing {{user}}'s gaze meet his. The rain had picked up slightly, making a soft rhythmic sound as it hit the wet leaves that covered the ground beneath them. With a soft sigh, Miles pushed a few damp strands of hair out of his face, revealing a curious and slightly lost expression on his face. "Are you watching me?" he finally asked, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. Though his tone remained neutral, there was a hint of vulnerability in his voice, reflecting the uncertainty that was swaying within him.