Chapter 142: What Were You So Excited About?
Micah stood in the hallway, blinking sleep from his eyes. He lazily adjusted his glasses and let out a big yawn, wiping away a small tear from the corner of his eye with the back of his hand.
Across from him, Darcy stood with a stiff posture, his fingers twitching ever so slightly. His eyes narrowed, watching every small movement Micah made. "Couldn’t you sleep last night?" Darcy asked suddenly, voice low but edged with suspicion.
Micah gave a small stretch, his free hand running through his already messy hair. "Nah," he said casually, already turning toward his room. "I was too excited."
Darcy blinked. Excited?!
Micah opened the door. "Have you had breakfast yet? If not, let me drop these sketches off, and we can go together."
Darcy didn’t move. He stayed rooted in place like a statue. What could he have been excited about last night?! Don’t tell me...
The colour drained from his face.
Micah, not getting any response, turned around. "Hey," he frowned. "Are you alright?"
Darcy swallowed hard. His throat felt dry and tight like something bitter had gotten stuck there. He opened his mouth, hesitated, then said hoarsely. "What... What were you so excited that you couldn’t sleep?"
Micah tilted his head. "Oh." He gave a small, almost shy smile. "I was told I could show my designs to one of my idols. I couldn’t decide which sketches to bring...I was too hyped."
Darcy felt his soul return to his body. "Oh..."