Chapter 1 - Footwork
“Hey,” Hobie had been standing next to Miles for a little over 3 minutes before he finally decided to open his mouth, seeing as Miles wasn’t making any effort to (not that he blamed him).
They had been watching their managers ‘talk’. Well… more like Peter introducing himself while Miguel begrudgingly did so before washing him over with sarcasm. Miles's eyes came to life slightly after the small prompt for conversation, rather than the neutral expression he sported while watching the men iron out schedules, he cleared his throat.
“Hi, Hobie right?”
There was something a little awkward about him but Hobie found it endearing. He nodded, taking a subtle glance to the side to see the way Miles’ fingers were moving over each other in a playful way before stringing into each other calmly. He wasn't sure if he was that intimidating but Miles seemed to think so, he wondered if it was the piercings or the fact that he was a head taller than him.
“Mhm, your name is Miles right?” he already knew that but it seemed like the appropriate way to kick off this small talk. “Where’s your ends?
“Brooklyn?” Hobie watched as Miles' face was contorted into a slight confusion, like he was wondering if he answered correctly, Hobie just smiled.
“Well I guess you dont need to ask where I'm from, I think the accent gives it away,” Miles nodded seemingly to loosen up as his body language became a bit less frigid.
“It’s nice… your accent,” Miles gestured with his hand softly before scratching his neck nervously “I mean, I've always wanted to go to London,”
“Yeah, I would show you around if we have time, I think we are shooting in the UK,” Miles seemed to be appreciative as he nodded, pushing his hands into the jacket that he was wearing. His eyes traced back to their managers after a few seconds,
“Do you think they'll get along?” Miles asked as Miguel gave Peter the 6th glare of that conversation, it was very subtle but it wasn't hard to catch, but hard enough to catch seeing as Peter kept talking regardless.
“I wouldn’t put money on it, but don’t read into it too much, Miguel hates everything that moves,” He smirked and Miles finally let out a laugh, which for some reason made Hobie feel a bit triumphant, it seemed as if Miles just needed to get comfortable and he respected that completely. Being placed on a project like this for the first time was hard.
“Hobie we're leaving,” Miguel called walking past them, trusting that Hobie would follow as he often did, Hobie saluted Miles as he walked off, leaving Miles to wave feebly behind him.
“Thats one tough cookie,” Peter rested a hand on Miles' shoulder as they watched them walk away, Miles just mentally faced palmed, he had 2 days to mentally prepare himself for this and possibly have to break the hard truth to Peter, despite how funny it was to watch him figure it out on his own.
“I guess you could say that,”
“Let's get you to the studio kid,” Peter said as he started walking “Maybe we can stop by and get some food?”
Peter always seemed to know the perfect thing to say Miles nodded enthusiastically, and by the time they got into the car, Miles was waiting patiently for Peter to start the car, however, that moment never came. Peter turned around, his neck straining against the seatbelt that he had just buckled Miles met his gaze for a few seconds and Peter sighed heavily.
“Scared?”
“Yeah, like really scared,” Miles admitted, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and his breaths were sporadic, Peter didn't need any more confirmation. The click from his seatbelt sounded and Miles watched as Peter clambered out of the driving seat and joined him at the back.
He waited a few seconds, and as Peter shifted so that he was in a comfortable position, he pulled Miles into a bone-crushing hug, “You are amazing kid, don’t doubt yourself now,” Miles moved his head to the side so Peter’s chest suffocated him.
“I was so awkward- I probably- he doesn’t even,” The more he tried to get his thoughts out the more they became overrode by one another. But then again it would always be hard to sum up feelings no matter how hard you tried. His frustration rose slightly at this though but Peter immediately stepped in before Miles spiralled.
“That’s a lot of thoughts,” Peter joked lightly, however, it wasn't enough for Miles as he moved over it quickly, Peter moved to rub Miles back gently, there wasn't a reason why it should feel this comforting but he supposed May-Day would be the reason for that.
“But-,” Miles's words died on his tongue, extinguished by the tears that were falling, it can't be right that one meeting, in a much larger project of potentially many meetings, was making him feel this way.
“You need to let them pass, don’t take them on board,” Peter's voice was reduced to a calm whisper, as he rubbed Miles shoulder comfortingly.
“How?” The words were particularly painful to cough out as he rubbed his chest and Peter muttered words of comfort for a while as Miles tried not to delve into the complexity of his brain and tried to root the cause of what exactly was it that made him to be this way.
“Have you been saying your affirmations,” Peter said after a while, Miles shot up.
“What- why would I-,”
“They help and you know it,” Miles nodded in defeat as he wiped his eyes.“I’m not going to tell you to stop feeling what you are feeling, but it’s how fast you can get out of it and know your worth that matters and part of what speeds up the process is your confidence in yourself,”
“I’m sorry,” Miles sighed in defeat and yelped as Petet poked his side in protest.
“Don’t apologise, respectfully I’ll kill you if you apologise,”
“I’m- yeah…ok,” for some reason after being told not to say sorry made you want to say it even more.
“Just in case you forgot you are an amazing dancer and person and I’m so proud of you, don’t beat yourself down now,” Peter held his hand out, Miles took the invitation to go in for their handshake happily.
“Now, the drive-thru isn’t gonna drive itself,” That made no sense but then again most things that were beautiful didn’t make sense anyways
—
One of the first things that Hobie noticed as he rose from his bed, was that he never got out of bed by himself. He felt somehow productive with that realisation. Miguel also seemed surprised (as surprised as Miguel could be) when he saw Hobie dressed and ready sitting on the sofa of his apartment. Deep down Hobie knew the reason why he’d woke up so early. He was excited, it had been a while since he could work on an extended project seeing as he’d just come back from a long break, He’d spent the better half of the weekend watching more of Miles' dances, watching the way he moved and understanding who was as a dancer so that he could be a better dance partner for him.
He felt like he never spent time apart from Miles at all. Although, as he thought it through it did sound a little obsessive but from a dancer's point of view, this was a good thing as visualisation and familiarisation are often what leads to better dancing, a tip he leant from one of the more graduated dancers he had met with that coached him for a bit and changed his dancing ever since.
“You have a workshop for most of the day and then you’re free the rest of the day,” Miguel said as he scrolled through the agenda from where his phone was attached to the dashboard “Luckily we've had this time blocked out for a while so it is looking like that is how most of your days will go,”
This was good news, it meant that he could relax in between. He didn't have to worry about fans mobbing him as he went from one event to another or whether or not he researched enough about a brand before he had to give an opinion on the activewear he was modelling. Although he had been on break for a while he was glad that he could at least ease back into eh hectic schedules and the lack of choice that he seemed to have over his career. But luckily Miguyel knew that it annoyed him to no end, and he was pretty sure there was at least a whole page of TikTok, talking about how he was a ‘free spirit’ and ‘did not give a fuck’ which was partly true. It meant at least a bit more time with his laptop under the duvet watching another shit movie- by himself yes… but that's beside the point
“Sounds good,” Hobie yawned as he stretched slightly, they pulled to a red light just as he finished and looked back to his screen, suddenly looking for new recipes he could try.
“How are you feeling this morning?” Miguel looked at him his eyes piercing through the mirror. “You take your supplements today?”
Hobie paused looking away from his phone (and the delicious food) and looking into Miguel’s eyes, “Yes,” seeing as a majority of his lingo was full of sarcasm and jokes he always had to make it clear when he was being serious. Miguel narrowed his eyes slightly, and he threw a paper bag into the backseat, a breakfast muffin. This was an absolute win in Hobie’s book seeing as he was salivating over another cooking video that perfectly timed the beats of the music to the cooking. Hobie was also used to these aggressive throws of ‘love’ as Jay his security liked to call it, but it just meant that Hobie had to use his reflexes to his advantage. Miguel clears his throat as Hobie unwrapped the muffin taking a bite. Miguel looked somewhat satiated at the fact that Hobie was having some sort of breakfast as he also handed him his coffee as well.
“Listen closely,” Miguel raised his finger to the glass in a warning, Hobie already felt that he knew what Miguel was going to say so he looked down, it was bound to arise, he hadn't heard it for a while overdue, especially after his break that he didn't even want to take in the first pace. “Do not overwork yourself, you understand me?” There was a sense of urgency in his voice that prodded Hobie to answer.
“Yes sir,” Hobie couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes, of course, he knew why Miguel was concerned as he took another bite pretending he didn’t see Miguel’s eyes darting to him constantly.
“I’m serious Hobie, we can not have a repeat-” his hands gripped the wheel as if he was about to go on a rant and Hobie closed his eyes as he put his head against the back seat. He woke up in a good mood this morning and it was slowly beginning to tarnish.
“I know Miguel, please,” Hobie felt his agitation rising and building in his throat, and it seemed like Miguel softened when he saw this, the grip that he had on the steering wheel faltering slightly. He sighed, before running a hand over his face.
“I'm sorry kid, I just- you know I care about you? Jokes apart?” He cleared his throat, and Hobie couldn’t help but smile.
It seemed like only Hobie had ever seen this side of Miguel, and Hobie knew that Miguel had seen him in states that nobody had seen him in either. They had both had tough times, Miguel losing his only daughter and his wife in the same year and Hobie having shit parents, they'd both been abandoned at some point.
But they helped each other and that's what counted, they argue like father and son and in some parallel universe he's sure that maybe they were… despite their weird ways of showing it. They had fucked up multiple times, one argument being so serious that Hobie ran away and Miguel finding him sitting in a park eating Doritos ( a story for another time) but they’d done it and they grew from it and though Hobie may not ever say it out loud, he couldn’t imagine getting this point without Miguel.
“You going soft on me old man?” that earned him a glare.
“Why do I even bother… brat,” Miguel smirked slightly and Hobie felt a smile creeping up onto his face. He held his fist up and Hobie bumped it,
“Love you Migs,” he teased but there was some truth to it
“Love you too,”
They fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments after that, the only sounds being Miguel flipping off the occasional driver and the click of the trafficator.
“What did you think of the manager?” Hobie asked curiously although a part of him already knew the vibe.
Miguel seemed to be deciding how to answer “I’ll be surprised if he knows his left or right without the hand trick,” The way Miguel said it in his deadpan made Hobie burst into laughter.
“Damn Migs- laying it on thick,” he scoffed as Miguel just shrugged “He’s unorganised, and can’t read the room, but he seems to care for Miles so I guess we’ll see,”
“Everyone is unorganised to you Migs, ‘llow* it,”
“It’s an observation,” he grunted.
“It’s an opinion,”
“Whatever brat get out of the car,” Miguel said as he killed the ignition and rolled out of his seat, Miguel was his favourite person to annoy.
—
When Hobie arrived in the workshop Miles was already there sitting down against the wall clad in an oversized hoodie, he was in a butterfly stretch which looked effortless for him as his knees bounced off and on the floor easily. He lifted one of the hands that he had rested on his feet and waved at Hobie, Hobie waved back as he handed his jacket to Miguel. He muttered a small morning as he sat beside Miles on the floor. Miles smiled and acknowledged him before dipping his head into the space between his legs in a deep stretch. He knew contemporary dancers did value flexibility a lot, one of his last jobs involved contemporary dancers and they seemed to want to stretch at any given moment. He respected the grind.
“Good morning boys,” A lady with long coils and winged glasses walked in, she seemed warm with a cardigan and loose trousers, Hobie almost felt as though he could tell her anything immediately “My name is Jessica, but you can call me Jess,”
Both of them muttered their greeting and she put down her flask and keys.
“Welcome to your first chemistry session, it seems as though you guys are social distancing right now,” she motioned to them and Hobie looked down to the gap between them and laughed softly as he took it upon himself to move closer,
“It’s okay, the chemistry workshop aims to get you more comfortable,” she waved a hand dismissively, “To start we are going to do my favourite exercise,” She ushered them both forward to the centre of the floor, Hobie was the first to stand offering a hand to Miles to help him stand, Miles took it gratefully allowing Hobie to pull him to his feet. It was as they were both standing that Hobie clocked how he was a whole head and a bit of shoulder taller than Miles, they were standing too far apart last time to gauge it properly.
“If you two would like to sit crossed-legged in front of each other,” They shuffled in front of one another “Knees touching, you guys are dancers so I know you can do it,” they both laughed nervously and moved a bit closer, Hobie knew Miles could do it but he hadn't stretched in a hot minute.
“Before we start let’s get to know each other in proper first-grade fashion, your name, age, and favourite…. Let’s do food this time- you will be doing this every session,”
“Every session?” Hobie asked in confusion “The exercise or the introduction,”
“Both, you're gonna introduce yourself so many times that Miles will eventually be able to do it for you,” she smiled and Hobie nodded, an ultimate trivia would be fun at the end of this with a bunch of useless facts, so upon further think he wasn't too opposed.
“I’ll go first, My name is Jessica Drew, I’m 32 and I like any form of pasta,” she motioned to Hobie.
“My name is Hobie Brown, I’m 19 and my favourite food is Thai food,”
“My name is Miles Morales, I’m also 19 and my favourite food is my mother’s empanadas,” Hobie raised his eyebrows as he sensed a bit of an accent as he pronounced his surname and the food, it was kind of attractive-
“Adorable,” Jess smiled and Miles smiled back, as he rested on his shoulder gently, her red nails glistening. “Mother cooking is the best,”
Hobie just shrugged, he most definitely wasn't salty. She clapped her hands and moved on.
“This exercise is even hard for people who have been married for 20 years, so don’t worry too much about how intense it may feel, we’ll do it in short bursts and then when you can go longer, go longer,” She sat down near them and Hobie got a whiff of her perfume, very lovely vanilla and flower smell, a little musky-homey dare he say.
“Eye contact, it’s hard, especially when you are hyper-aware of it, however even when you are dancing it will translate massively, it’s an intimacy I think is overlooked in a world that is moving so fast, but staring into someone’s eyes lets you get lost in the moment a bit,” Miles was already panicking seeing as he could barely even hold eye contact with his parents, let alone this stranger for who knows how long.
“So I want you to look at one another and to make it easier, I want you to notice 3 things about the other person while you are looking at one another, if you feel awkward you can talk, but the ultimate aim is to be comfortable with the silence and just look into the other's eyes, and eventually I might even leave the room, but don’t panic we have time, make sense?” it almost felt as though he was in school again like the teacher was explaining the timeline for a project that desk partners had to do.
“Yeah,”
Yep,”
“Alright then, hands,” she motioned for them to hold hands and Hobie was the first to put his plans face up where their laps met, Miles placed his hands on top and watched as Hobie held them tighter and his thumbs rested on top.
“Ok when you are ready just go ahead,” she said softly as she moved away to the side, presumably to talk to the managers.
“You alright,” Hobie whispered, Miles's eyes were beautiful honey brown with gold specs darting through as the lights bounced off, he couldn't help but stare into them, whether they were doing the exercise or not. As a person, however, he was pretty good at holding eye contact, even just through a conversation.
“I’m good,” Miles whispered back, he scrunched his nose slightly. “I’m sorry my hands are sweaty,”
Hobie laughed making his eyes squint ever so slightly, “I’ll hold extra tight don’t worry,” Miles normally would have looked away at a comment like that but he willed himself to look into Hobie’s eyes. Soon enough there was an overwhelming urge to just laugh, it was Miles who let out the first snort after his nostrils flared and his lips were pressed into a thin line, eventually bursting as he put his head down in laughter. Hobie started laughing because Miles was and waited for Miles to put his head back up,
“Stop laughing or I can’t stop,” Hobie pushed Miles's shoulder slightly,
“I'm trying to hold on,” Miles closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths “This is so weird,” he shuffled a little bit as he composed himself looking back to Hobie’s eyes.
“At least you are pretty to look at,” Hobie said and revealed the way Miles smiled softly.
“How do you say shit like that,” Miles said in disbelief and Hobie shrugged.
“Just being honest,”
“You have a lot of piercings,” Miles said as a matter of fact.
“Is that a bad thing,” Hobie raised an eyebrow causing his piercing to rise with it.
“No I like them,” Miles clarified as he watched Hobie’s eyes grow a bit unsure. “they look good on you,” Miles clarified
“That’s good,” Hobie smiled running his thumbs over the back of Miles' hand causing Miles’ heart to flutter unintentionally, however when placed into situations like this when you weren’t used to it he supposed it was normal.
The conversation died naturally and Miles felt his shoulders slump slightly he hasn’t realised just how tense they were, Hobie on the other hand was having the time of his life looking into Miles’ eyes, they were brighter than any he had ever seen before. Miles had won the genetics lottery with eyes like those.
“Ok boys, let’s bring it back,”
She said as she walked back over to them, they only broke their gaze their body somehow transfused. “Well done 5 minutes,”
“That felt like years,” Hobie said in disbelief he could almost swear that it was longer than that.
“It did feel like it was longer,”
“I’m sure in no time you guys will be telling me it was too short,” She smiled “What did we notice? Let’s start with you Miles,”
“He has a lot of piercings, his lips are two tones and he has nice eyebrows,” By the wayMiles dictated as though he was reading a list of facts, it almost made Hobie snort ungracefully. But he didn’t, so Migs couldn't be mad at him
“Lovely Miles, which one is your favourite,” the question even shocked Hobie as he looked that the coach in disbelief, Miles seemed to be even more shy at the prompt as he looked down and fiddle with his fingers.
“Umm, I- I guess his piercings,”
“Why?” Taking a deep breath, Miles stared at Hobie again, as if trying to find answers
“They suit him,” was all Miles managed to say, it seemed like the coach was satisfied with the answer as her gaze travelled to Hobie.
“And what about you Mr Brown?”
“This is going to sound weird but, his nose is kinda cute, he’s got some lovely eyelashes and his eyes are stunning,”
“Very well Hobie, your favourite,” she seemed humoured by his choice of words.
“His eyes, they are simply beautiful,” Miles was at his theatrics and covered his face in embarrassment as well as laughter.
“It seems we have two very separate characters in this workshop, Hobie please do refrain from reciting verse about Miles' eyes - maybe save it for another session,” Hobie’s mouth opened in shock as breathy laughs escaped- a worthy competitor alongside Miguel. She cleaned her glasses with a fond smile on her face “That will make this interesting- shall we continue?”
—
“Hey Miles,” Miles looked up from where he was packing his bag, he turned quickly the momentum nearly throwing him off balance, earning a low chuckle from Peter.
“Yeah?”
“Me and Migs were going to get something to eat, I was wondering if you wanted to turn up,” Miles turned to Peter as though he was a kid asking permission from his mother to accept food at her friend's house. Peter nodded softly and clapped a hand on Miles's shoulder.
“Sounds perfect,” Miles grimaced at what was an abysmal British accent by none other than his manager. He glared daggers at Peter softly.
“What he meant to say is we’d love to,” he corrected a slight grit in his teeth, Hobie’s accent was lovely how dare he reduce it to whatever the hell that was
“Calm, just tail Migs,” Hobie gave a quick thumbs up and followed Miguel out, who as always was already striding away, he looked behind them before he whispered to Miguel.
“Do you think he’s scared of me?” Miguel barely moved his head as his eyes travelled to the side and he raised an eyebrow.
“What reason would he have to be scared?”
“Then why-,”
“Just let the kid relax on his own, there’s nothing wrong in what you’re doing,” Miguel opened the door for Hobie and he clambered in watching as Miguel raised his hand to Peter to show him where their car was. He waited for Miguel to sit down and place his phone on the dashboard.
“We going to The Spot Migs?”
“Are you going to keep calling me Migs?” Hobie rolled his eyes, playfully nudging the back of his seat.
“You don’t have to respond to everything with sarcasm,”
“I know that but I enjoy it, keeps me alive,”
The Spot was a pretty restaurant/cafe, it was in a nice area and was never overcrowded, full of plants of all kinds as well as the fact that you could buy them. They melded well with the wooded furniture and the colourful decorations that adorned the place, looking more like a visit to your cool aunt's house.
Not to mention it was a close-knit staff and the food was good, the kind of food that satisfied cravings you didn’t know you had, and single-handedly ruined your experience of any other restaurant you would walk into. The portion was also just right, having come to the US after the UK meant that he was constantly debating just what size to order his meals in, with the fear of not being able to finish it or worse being too hungry.
In short, Hobie hadn’t eaten anywhere else since he found out that The Spot existed, and was furiously gatekeeping it, and always ensured that he was wearing a mask and a hoodie when he went in to avoid being seen by fans, and soon enough the inevitability that will follow- the restaurant being stormed and no longer being private place. The staff luckily understood this and gave him a table in the back.
They arrived with Miles's car behind them closely and he clambered out to meet him at the door of his car. Hobie tried to make his stance more like a security guard as Miles clambered out and gave him a once-over.
“What are you doing?”
“Mr morales? How’s your schedule going,”
“Hobie what?”
“Hobie stop being a little shit,” Miguel grumbled and Hobie raised a leg to kick him
“Migsis my biggest opp*,” Miles looked between them and laughed, “Welcome to The Spot Miles,” Hobie opted to walk next to him to the door. Peter and Miguel were trailing behind them seemingly less awkward.
“It’s pretty in here,” the bell chimed as they walked in the soft glow of fairy lights and lamps surrounding them, he leaned in to get a closer look at a plant he had never seen before.
“This your kind of vibe?”
Miles looked around until he was facing Hobie again “Yeah I’d say so, it’s cosy I was scared I was going to be underdressed,” he flails his arm so the sleeves of his hoodie flip around a bit. Hobie responds with a smile.
“I’m not big on fancy restaurants, shittle amounts of food that was imported from god knows where for shit money, it’s a scam if you ask me,” Hobie lifted his arms as though in defence as he shrugged.
“All while wearing a suit that’s worth twice the amount of the food,” Miles agreed wholeheartedly following as Hobie guided them to a table at the back adorned with cushions and comfy seating. Miguel and Peter were sitting at some other table, Miguel already had his laptop out while Peter glazed over the menu. “I don’t know what to get,”
Miles looked at the menu hopelessly, they all seemed like good options but he must have been feeling particularly indecisive tonight.
“I can order for you, what do you like? Wraps, burgers, chicken wings-,”
“Wraps are good,”
“Perfect, I know just what to get, drink?”
“Probably just a strawberry lemonade,” Miles shrugged as he read the back of the menu Hobie was holding.
“Hey Gi,” He called, the lady behind the counter perked up, she hurried over as though eager to hospitalise
“It’s been a while honey,” Miles narrowed in on the name tag that was fixed onto the apron Gina.
“The usual baby?” She said sweetly tapping the underside of Hobie’s chin, he smiled and nodded as she scribbled stuff down on the notepad that rested on her palm.
“And for your cute friend?”
“Gina-,”
“I say what I see,” She winked at Miles who bashfully took the compliment with a small thanks.
“House wrap with a pink lemonade, with fries,”
“I’ll make sure it’s extra good for you sunshine,” She smiled at Miles who was glowing under the affection, but Gina did that to people, the cafe feels like home, not just because of the way it looked but also by the way she helps make it feel. “On the house ok?”
“Gina you don’t have to do that,”
“Let me do as I please Hobie, I’m getting old let me live my life hun don’t want stress wrinkles like Mr O’Hara over there,” She chuckled softly, a big beamed adorned her face.
“Where’s Mr Adebayo?”
“In the kitchen as always, I’ll send him your regards, your drinks won’t be a moment,” she whisked away immediately, and Miles turned to Hobie with a big smile.
“I’d come here every day just to see her,”
“That’s exactly what I do, I’ve been coming here almost every day for 3 years” Miles widened his eyes and Hobie nodded as though he was proud of himself
“3 years? Isn’t that when you did that performance what was it again Giving up if I’m not wrong,”
“How did you know that?” Hobie raised an eyebrow, he wasn’t going to let the shock be too evident on his face.
“You are Hobie Brown, how could I not know?” Miles regretted what he said immediately, there goes his plan to stay chill and not info dump on Hobie, he stalked his media pages. “that was forward of me- I meant to say that, you are big in the dance industry, words spread you know?”
“Fair play, I guess I don’t really think about it that way,”
Miles was grateful for the drinks that came just at the right moment before he completely embarrassed himself. He took a sip of the lemonade. Hobie watched as Miles’ eyes lit up and darted to Hobie as though he had been keeping a lifelong secret from him.
“Holy shit,”
“Yep,” Hobie said smugly as Miles took another sip,
“Dude- That’s- life-changing, honestly Woah,” for some reason he feels some sort of pride from the fact Miles was enjoying the beverage so thoroughly. Sucking on the straw like his life depended on nothing else.
“All drinks are house-made, don’t try and beg for the recipe I’ve already tried,”
“Don’t say that, now I’ve got to try every drink they have,” Miles whined, Hobie watched as Miles gulped down half of the drink.
“What's your Starbucks order?”
“Iced hot chocolate, with a pump of vanilla,” Miles said confidently and Hobie couldn’t help but smile. Adorable
“Isn’t that just glorified chocolate milk?” Miles looked deeply offended by this as he paused to look at him.
“When you put it that way,”
“Did I lie,”
“What is your Starbucks order? Earl grey tea or whatever you Brits drink,” he started to trace the rim after huffing in annoyance
“I drink coffee actually,”
“Out of a teacup?” Hobie smirked, so Miles did have a bit of bite to him, maybe it was the sugar.
“Hilarious babes really,” he dragged in sarcasm,
“Seriously, what do you drink,”
“Mainly lattes, different flavours,”
“You don’t seem like a same-order kind of guy,”
“I’m spontaneous, I don’t believe in consistency,” Hobie winked as he took a sip Miles looked at him for a few moments, he never thought he could be so entertained by a conversation about Starbucks orders. He was interested in Hobie if anything The food came.
“Hobie, What the fuck,” Miles cussed as he took a bite his head bowed down as though in some sort of tribute, his eyes closed, the disgusted face Miles was making told him that it slapped.
“Good luck eating anywhere else,”
“I don’t even think I can eat the food I make after this,” Miles took another bite “I- what do I do after this?”
“Just savour the moment,” Hobie said his food starting to hit the spot,
“What have you done I hate you,” Miles sounded genuinely distraught as he chewed looking at him solemnly,
“You could never hate me, darling,” Hobie scoffed as he whipped out his phone, insta was going to love this.
@TheHobieBrown
(Story) 20s ago
I ruined every other restaurant for him
pls don't hate me @MilesMorales
[Video of Miles looking up at him sadly chewing]
After triple checking that it was only Miles in the frame, (fans were scarily good these days- find you just from pillows) he posted and put his phone on silent.
“We’ll see after this meal,”
—
After the meal and Miles (as well as Peter who he learnt had ordered so much off the menu) complimenting the chef multiple times and Miles almost getting on his knees to thank Gina as she handed them some food to go- they were ready to go their separate ways for the night.
“Enjoy the food Miles,” Hobie said as he turned to leave.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” I hope you continue to bring me here
“See you tomorrow,”
Miles' smile was imprinted into his mind up until the point he gave in to sleep.