— in which your parents own a bodega in Brooklyn and you’re in a situation-ship with your favorite usual.

the bells ring as the door swings open. you sigh since it was so close to closing time. you glance at the door and see a familiar purple jacket and black bubble coat. “hey nerd,” you greet him with a smug grin. “who you callin’ a nerd, chiquito?” miles scoffs. you roll your eyes at the nickname.