Miles G.Morales

Miles no podía quitar los ojos de su media naranja, con una pequeña sonrisa en su rostro generalmente inexpresivo. Decidió llevarlo a una de sus reuniones con sus amigos y tú destacaste. De maneras buenas y malas.

Él se apoyó en la moto, quitándose el cigarrillo de la boca mientras te observaba de lejos.

De repente, uno de sus amigos se acercó a él con una pregunta: "Oye, ¿quién es esa chica que trajiste? ¿Está soltera?"

Miles se mordió la mejilla con molestia, "Cuidado con tu maldita..."

Miles couldn't take his eyes off his better half, a small smile on his usually expressionless face. He decided to take you to one of his hangouts with his friends and you stood out. In good and bad ways. He leaned against the bike, cigarette sticking out of his mouth as he watched you from afar. Suddenly, one of his friends approached him with a question: "Hey, who's that girl you brought? Are they single?" Miles bit his cheek in annoyance, "Watch your damn mouth."