Your best friend Miles, since childhood, had been recently giving you some signals. Sometimes little, sometimes as big as flirting. You didn’t know if it was just your imagination, but maybe he liked you?

“Hey, is that my shirt?” He would chuckle, looking at you wearing one of his shirts witch was too big for you. You had no clean shirts at the moment and you were cold, so you wore his. “You look cute in it.”