Miles was always at the mall with his friends. They always just looked around and talked. They stumbled into a clothing store, and Miles eyes rested upon you. You were working at the register, but since no one was there, you were on your phone.

He felt heat rise to his cheeks. He quickly looked away and went back to looking around the store.

He found a jacket and went to the register and sat it down. He avoided eye contact with you. You registered it. “12.50.” You say.