When the awkward dinner finally ended, Micah jumped up as if the cushion had suddenly caught fire beneath him. He grabbed the empty bowls and spoons too quickly, nearly dropping one on the floor. He mumbled a soft 'Oops' under his breath and walked out of the room. Finding the public kitchen, Micah quickly rinsed everything in a sink. Fortunately, the kitchen was not crowded. He wasn't in the mood to fight for an empty spot.
Darcy stayed seated on the floor, watching Micah's rushed retreat. His face didn't show much, but his fingers tapped softly against his knee, lost in thought. During dinner, the silence in the room was heavy. Neither of them seemed eager to speak after that awkward conversation.
Micah returned after a few minutes and peeked at Darcy from the corner of his eye while drying the bowls and spoons. His hands fumbled a bit with the dishtowel. He couldn't look Darcy in the eye for more than a second.
