Micah absentmindedly slipped one biscotti between his lips as he strolled down the corridor, the crunch satisfyingly echoed in his mouth. His eyelids fluttered, and a low, unintentional moan escaped him. Damn, it was good, sweet, buttery, with just the right amount of almond. He chewed slowly, savouring it, crumbs brushing against his tongue, until he realised his feet had carried him somewhere familiar.
He blinked up and found himself standing in front of Darcy's door.
"Ah… typical of me," Micah muttered to himself.
He knocked on the door, thinking maybe Darcy was back.
The door creaked open, and instead of Darcy, the boy with thick glasses and messy hair appeared, blinking at him from behind the frame. His face remained blank, almost eerie in its lack of expression.
"Uh…Hey, is Darcy inside?" Micah asked, tilting his head and forcing a friendly smile.
