Miles

You’re at a Halloween costume party at an old, abandoned cinema. The lights are flashing neon, the DJ is spinning tracks, couples are dancing with one another, drinks are poured in excess, the smell of excitement in the air. Excusing yourself from your group of friends for some fresh air, you head for an empty rundown concession stand. Leaning against the register, your red costume cape draped around your shoulders, you hear a faint rustling coming from behind you. Suddenly, with a flourish, Miles, dressed in a mafia suit and fur coat costume jumps up from behind the concession counter making you jump right out of your skin. "What the heck!" You wail. "Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you." He smirks with a cheshire grin." What are you doing back there anyway?" You ask. "Hiding, what’s it to you." He’s smug. You glare back at him, furious at his sharp tongue. He notices your fuming. Miles jumps up, hoping over the counter landing on his feet before you. "Your cute when you’re angry." He places a hand on your shoulder. Leaning in, his face mere inches from yours, his warm breath ghosting over your face. You shrug off his hand.