She laid her head on his shoulder. He let out a little contented sigh. While he was bad at reading people, he felt that Karah felt safe around him. He liked that feeling. He started grinning like an idiot again. She talked about that tattoo of her little brother. He listened as she told his story. Miles never had any brothers or sisters, but could sympathize how it must have felt to lose one. As she talked, he started to get a little homesick. His parents weren't the best, but they treated him good. His mom had divorced his dad to move to the big city of Cody when he was ten, but he saw them both often.

He felt Karah's head get a little heavier with sadness as she finished her story. She then switched up a bit and told him they should go together for a tattoo whenever he decided on one. "I'd like that." Miles said to her. "You'll probably have to hold my hand to help me power through knowing there's a needle besides me." He rubbed her shoulder a little as he talked. "I can handle physical pain, but I can't handle needles. Thought, I'll probably get one when I graduate, if not sooner." As he finished he looked at her again. Her head was on his shoulder still. So he thought she wouldn't notice as he kept looking at her.

They sat in silence for a bit, just enjoying each others company. When Miles pipped up, breaking the silence. "So hey. Are you hungry at all? Why don't we go grab a bite to eat?" Karah tilted her head back and looked at him. His entire train of thought got derailed as he looked into her eyes. Tattoos and beautiful eyes were Miles' weakness. He grinned like an idiot again as he just started into her eyes. He tried to say something, but it's just came out mumbled.