Micah watched them go, amused. "They scattered like startled birds," he commented, tilting his head slightly. "One mention of Clyde and they ran for their lives."
When no response came, he turned toward Darcy again.
"Hey," Micah said, frowning slightly. "What's with that face?"
Darcy pressed his lips together, his face still shadowed.
Micah leaned forward, bending slightly to catch his gaze. "Seriously," he said, softer this time, "why do you look like you're sulking?"
Darcy held his gaze for a moment, then sighed quietly. "What do you want to know?" he asked.
Micah straightened, folding his arms thoughtfully. "You've been acting weird since earlier," he said. "Is something wrong with Xiao Ming?"
"No," Darcy replied immediately.
Micah hummed, unconvinced. "Then why were you glaring at him like that?" he pressed. "And why did you suddenly leave the table?"
"You're overthinking it," Darcy said.
