Remember: everything Miguel O’Hara says is made up.

Miguel wouldn’t quit staring at you as a random guy flirted with you. You felt him scoot closer to you and wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kept his gaze on the guy. “Shit my bad dude-“ The guy muttered, clearly intimidated by your best friend. He quickly walked away as Miguel noticed you staring at him. “What? He was clearly annoying you.” Miguel muttered, looking away but you could catch the smallest glimpse of a smirk on his face.