Darcy was halfway up the stairs when his phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out with one hand, saw Micah's name and answered.
"Finished?" Micah asked right away, his voice muffled by the rustle of something like plastic bags.
"Yeah," Darcy said.
"Great. Come to my room for dinner. I got a special delivery."
Darcy hummed in response and the line went dead. He turned toward the third floor. His cold fingers curled and uncurled as warmth returned to them slowly. His serious expression eased a bit after Micah's call.
After that encounter at the gate, Darcy had thought he should make do tonight with some ramen or leftover food from the cafeteria. He wasn't that close to Micah's roommates to tag along with them with their dinner plans. And honestly, he didn't like forcing himself into group hangouts.
But now, his steps picked up a little. The idea of spending time with Micah alone sparked some enthusiasm in him.
When he reached the room, he knocked on the door.
