Returning to the apartment, Micah unlocked the door with one hand while nudging it open with his shoulder. A faint click echoed through the hallway. He stepped inside. The living room greeted him with soft, warm light, a single lamp lit near the sofa, casting a muted golden glow across the space. The air was warm and comforting, in contrast to the chilly autumn night outside. Micah had barely slipped off one shoe when a door in the hallway opened.
Darcy stepped out, dark hair slightly messy as if he had been running his hand through it. His expression was sharp, brows pulling together the second he spotted Micah.
"You are finally back," he said, voice edged with impatience. "Good. I've got a question to ask. Do you…"
Darcy's voice was cut off when a takeout bag was shoved in front of his face. He blinked, baffled.
"Eat this before anything," Micah said, shaking off his jacket with the other hand. "If it gets cold, it won't taste good anymore."
