The afternoon sun cast long rays of light across the street when they stepped out of the Royal Dragon Pavilion. A faint trace of jasmine clung to Micah's clothes, from when he had brushed against the flowers before leaving the restaurant garden. He grinned and unlocked his car. Lunch had gone better than he expected. Nora had laughed nonstop, Flora had chimed in two or three words, and even Darcy had talked more than before. Micah had joined their chatter, and though he never admitted it aloud, part of him liked slipping into their small family dynamic.
The ride back to Munster Street passed in fits of conversation, mostly driven by Nora, who poked fun at her brother and bombarded Micah with questions.
