The day was peaceful enough or, at least, that was on the surface.
It started well. Suspiciously well.
Blake boarded the bus alongside Myles, they even had a conversation: not much, as always, since Myles never did, but enough to count as progress!
Blake leaned slightly closer, seizing the rare opening before it slipped away. "Right, today I invited a friend of mine to eat lunch with us!"
Myles turned his head toward him, slow and deliberate, eyes narrowing just a fraction as he tilted his head.
"His name's Anthony. He's super nice, I swear! I got to know him recently and he's smart, honest and—"
"Okay."
The word cut cleanly through Blake's sentence.
Myles turned back toward the window as if the conversation had already ended, gaze settling on the passing scenery.
Blake blinked. '…That was fast.'
His fingers tapped lightly against his knee as he studied Myles' reflection in the glass. No visible irritation (he could barely see it, anyway). No immediate rejection.
