MIGUEL MILLER.

ᅠ 𝗶𝗠𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 / Aimee Tsai : Welcome home too, Ai! : Wow, superstar Aimee : Lagi photoshoot apa? : Btw, I’m having dinner at home. My mom made something (supposedly) good : You should come to Vic and try some sometime 😁 ᅠ

⠀⠀⠀ … kasih karena menghabiskan sisa buah yang tidak terlalu ia suka? Entah. Aimee kini hanya memilih diam dan mengalihkan pandangannya ke arah lain setelah meraih buah stroberi yang lain. ⠀⠀⠀

ᅠ She paused. Then, as if an idea had just occurred to her, she turned to him with the faintest hint of a smile. “How about this?” she suggested. “You keep your hand back there, just in case. That way, if anything else comes out, you can at least catch it.” ᅠ

ᅠ “You kn—” She didn't even get to finish her sentence before a foul smell began to spread through the car. Her hand moved to open the window almost immediately to let the fresh air in. ᅠ

ᅠ He did what? Washed his underwear? Farted without wearing any? And somehow, in the middle of all that, still found the time to think about the girl he liked in class. Perhaps some things were better left unknown. Miguel’s way of thinking was certainly one of them. ᅠ

⠀ < Anything involving Miguel will turn into comedy... > ⠀

ᅠ What to eat this morning, ya? I've ran out of ideas in New York. ᅠ