Wednesday morning finally arrived, and Micah stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his light blue shirt for the third time. He smoothed out imaginary wrinkles from his blazer and checked his hair again, tugging it slightly to cover more of his forehead. The dark circles under his eyes hadn't fully disappeared, but at least he looked put together.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. His reflection stared back with the same nervous eyes.
Would Clyde be there?
Micah had no idea how to act around him. Should he be cold and polite? Or thank him warmly for helping out?
Could he keep a straight face if Clyde gave him a cold shoulder? Or would he lose his temper like yesterday?
But today, they wouldn't be alone. There should be many staff around.
And then there was Darcy…
Micah pursed his lips.
