Micah's fingers were wrapped around Darcy's wrist as they walked through the gate. His mind was so full of thoughts, he hadn't even realised he was still holding on. The sky was dark, and the streetlights lit up the surroundings, enough that he completely missed the luxury car pulling up nearby. His mouth was moving a mile a minute.
"Where are we going first tomorrow? The hospital? Or to Nora's school? What do I even wear?" Micah asked, eyes wide as he looked down at his outfit. "I don't want to look like some rich brat in front of your mother. What if she doesn't like me? What if she tells you not to hang out with me?"
Micah scratched his cheek nervously. Honestly, the possibility felt high.
The worry was evident in his voice now. "She's gonna take one look at me and think, 'Why is my smart well-behaved son hanging out with that troublemaker?' Right? I mean, I don't exactly scream good influence."
