Miles was about to speak before Francis approached. Miles was tall, and had dark brown hair that seemed a bit unruly. His eyes were a deep green that had a sense of nonchalance and carelessness to them, and he was dressed lazily in pajamas. "Ah. Here they are now."
Evan's face darkened when he saw Francis, but he kept his composure. "Ah, Poppy. Come on, we're leaving."
Francis crossed his arms. "I didn't know your visit was wanted?" he asked, while Miles looked on awkwardly.
"I wanted," he said slowly, his voice hiding a threat, "to drive my girlfriend home. Do you have a problem with that?"
"I have a problem with your brother trying to steal my girlfriend," Evan said, folding his arms over his chest.
"Then why is she at his house?" he asked, frowning. "For God's sake, Evan," Poppy said, exasperated. "We are working on a project together. There is absolutely nothing between us." "He's trying to manipulate you to get to me, Poppy," Evan said stubbornly. "He's just being an ass. He doesn't really care about the project."
Francis spoke up, his voice annoyed. "You're obsessed. How did you even find my address?" Miles grinned. "This dude is crazy."
Evan squinted at the two of them. "Come on, Poppy," he said quietly, his voice buzzing with silent anger. "Let's go."
Evan's jaw grew tight. "Poppy," he growled. "Now." Poppy stepped forward. "It's okay," she murmured to Francis with a small smile, although it was obvious she was uncomfortable. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"You shouldn't have to be afraid," Francis murmured quietly. "Don't go with him because you're nervous."
She gave him a melancholy smile and spoke softly enough that only he could hear. "I have to." She cleared her throat, and spoke a little louder. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Thanks for having me." She stepped through the front door that Evan had opened for her, and he slammed the door shut behind them.
Miles frowned, then looked at Francis. "That guy's a *squee!*." "I know," Francis replied. "You should totally beat him up." "I totally should."
