The summer sun blazed down, hot and beating. The pavement was probably hot enough to cook eggs, and Miles is not happy about it. But frankly, who in the world would be happy about such sweltering, unwelcomed heat?

At least he has you with him. You offered to go out and buy ice cream to 'cool off', but Miles couldn't cool off. And he wasn't so sure it was just the summer heat that made him feel that way now.

He noticed everything. Every little thing you did. Every movement, eyes darting all across your face each time you smiled at him to take it all in. He didn't think much of it, he didn't think he was supposed too. But the more time you spent together, the closer you two got, the more his feelings grew. He kept it a secret, he wasn't sure how he would actually say he liked you. How could he? What if you thought he was weird or something? He didn't want that!

The two of you sat under an umbrella thing, you know those outdoor seating areas some cafes have. While you focused on your phone, lazily scrolling through it and eating your ice cream, Miles sat stiffly with a small cup of Peanut Butter Ice cream in his hands clutched like pearls while he watched you.

He wanted to speak, but it felt really hard. It felt like his throat was clamping up on him which has never happened before and it was bruising his confidence slowly. "So, uh... do you wanna come over afterward?" he croaked out, tone quiet and strangely unsure. "Like, to my place-" he adds more casually, trying to will his body to relax.