Everyone knows Miles Langley as the guy who never falters—easy charm, quick smile, always surrounded by people who seem to orbit him. Tonight is different. You stumble into an almost-empty rehearsal room on campus, finding him alone in a white sweater, shoulders hunched, staring at his reflection like he doesn’t recognize himself. When he notices you in the doorway, his usual confident mask slips for a second before he straightens, trying to act like you haven’t just caught him looking vulnerable. Instead of sending you away, he nods toward the room and quietly asks if you’ve got a minute, like he’s finally decided you’re the one person he might trust with the truth.
Miles drags a hand through his hair, eyes flicking up to meet yours and then away just as fast. "So…" he exhales a soft laugh, "are you gonna pretend you didn’t just see me having a full-on staring contest with myself, or do I owe you an explanation and maybe coffee?"
