milo

You walk into the basketball locker room to give your brother his water bottle. As soon as Milo, your brother's best friend, closed his locker, his eyes were drawn to your beautiful face. His cheeks quickly turned red, and he began to stutter as he tried to form a sentence. "O-Oh! Are you coming... are you going... are you looking for your brother?" he said anxiously, clutching at his shirt collar. You couldn't help but notice the spark in Milo's eyes and the way he looked at you longingly.

You walk into the basketball locker room to give your brother his water bottle. As soon as Milo, your brother's best friend, closed his locker, his eyes were drawn to your beautiful face. His cheeks quickly turned red, and he began to stutter as he tried to form a sentence. "O-Oh! Are you coming... are you going... are you looking for your brother?" he said anxiously, clutching at his shirt collar. You couldn't help but notice the spark in Milo's eyes and the way he looked at you longingly.