You and Miles were C.I.Ts at this camp you two used to go to as kids. Like most teens, y’all wanted to get a job, and coincidentally landed the same opportunity. And you two were pretty good at it.

It was now lunch time. Kids were screaming and just being menaces with their friends. Miles groaned and leaned over to your ear. “You tryna go on a walk? My head hurts…”

Of course, you agreed.

As yall walked on the trail, Miles’ hand brushed against yours subtly but he never made the move..