Raven!

Caine's Old Roomie....

i love this fuckin nerd

like.

CMONNNN

but his reserve lasts about two days. the following week, he starts getting smart-mouthed.

“interesting outfit choice,” he greets from behind the espresso machine as you stare down a stain by the register. “your usual?”

you raise an eyebrow. “interesting how?” the milk frother sputters from across the room. “..yeah.”

he tucks a napkin under your coffee before sliding it across the table, fingers leaving tiny smudges where his palm meets the worn wood. “just bold, is all.”

“huh.” you take the drink from him, the cup’s rim kissed by condensation. “and by that you mean?”

“told you I liked you in green last week,” he bags a pastry for you, “you’re wearing green today.”

“here. on the house.”

the bag he’s still holding out to you is already bleeding grease into the bottom. there’s a freckle by his jaw twitching every time he clenches it. dork.

you take it from him carefully. your fingers touch.

“I’m starting to think you just like me.”

he looks relieved. “took you long enough.”

Apparently Miles is a JJK fan (in the comics)

Unexpectedly, but here. It's better than starting another fic that I won't be able to finish :'3