The bridge {Prowler Miles X reader}

She always sat somewhere in the middle. Never looked at like a idol but also, never not noticed. She looked over the grass from the bridge she sat on and saw a couple have a small picnic under her. She grabbed her AirPods and put them in leaning against the fence of the bridge. Playing with her white tights he looked at some scars that laid underneath. Laying her head on her knees and feeling the gentle breeze around her. She sat there for a moment until looking at the time "fuck.." she mumbled getting up and starting to walk home.