“he’s a clueless little kid, doesn’t know that I’d stop time and space just to make him smile.”

https://open.spotify.com/track/5kxOQDA9AcuNQXHvg5NpX4?si=0qTkXruEQQSvNkAssmwKAw

If Miles could see himself right now, he would smack himself in the head and ask “what are you doing?”

But his car is parked in front of June’s house and it’s too late to back out now, so his consciousness fades into oblivion as Miles frantically tidies up his car. In all honesty, his car is not that messy, but he wants a good first impression (why would you need a good impression, Miles?—his consciousness speaking—) so he shoves loads of magazines (with his face on the cover) in the trunk, and as he folds some of his hoodies, he sees June walks to his car. His consciousness is surfacing again, but before it can march down another protest Miles also shoves it far at the back of his head.

Her face is in full gloom, and her red nose is apparent, but her eyes light up when she opens the door (and Miles’ eyes light up, too).

“Hi, Superstar.”

“Hi, June in December.”

She chuckles, and Miles wishes he could bottle up that little sound and open it up at the end of a difficult day.

“Kok bisa lagi di sekitar sini?” June asks as she fastens her seatbelt.

“Tadi lagi beer night aja di BaKe sama anak-anak, typical. And then it just crossed my mind aja coz you once said you lived around here.” Miles reaches to the dashboard in front of her and opens it to reveal the milk pudding he brought for her. “Also, here’s your milk pudding of the day.”

Miles makes a mental note to reward Bara with anything he wants later, for such a simple act eases the gloom away from June’s pretty face. Her rosy cheeks come back in full bloom, and Miles feels his heart swell.

It’s been a while since it did that.

“Cuman satu?”

“Iya, buat elu aja. Gue lagi cut down sugar.”

“Jangan banyak-banyak cut down-nya, entar sweet talknya hambar.”

Miles laughs at her remarks.

“Bisa aja lagi jawabnya.”

He turns on the engine and starts to drive away. “Feel free to connect your phone to my audio, since tonight I bestow on you the honor of choosing whatever songs you want.”

“Thanks for the honor, your Majesty.” June does a little curtsy gesture, and the next second she’s busy picking the music. “I can play anything?”