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It was a quiet night in which Miles knew that Kamala was going to be in this particular rooftop waiting for an enemy that had been bothering her during the last few weeks. He’d heard her casually say it to the Champions, and she didn’t sound too happy about it. It seemed like a perfect excuse to come make her company.
Miles approached from behind as silently as he could and took a seat next to her. It wasn’t only that he wanted to make sure she was okay, he wanted to take advantage of some time alone with her to make a couple of things clear. He’d been trying to figure out what they were after the trip to Paris, how it had changed the things between them, but they still kept acting the same way around each other.
“Hey, Kam.”










