Approaching closer, the mysterious figure rolls out from beneath the truck, reclining against a pink and white car creeper. Miles can't help but notice the blonde curly hair-there's a lot of it. It challenges his assumptions because, honestly, he didn't expect the one working on the truck to be a girl. And not just any girl, but a teenager around his age. It kind of stops him in his tracks, his chest doing that weird clenching thing-his heart skipping a beat, you know, the usual. It's a typical Miles move; he's a bit of a lover boy and tends to catch feelings pretty easily. Maybe too easily sometimes.
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