Micah had no idea how he managed to eat the rest of his breakfast or what anything on the table even tasted like. His fork clinked against the porcelain plate a few times, dropping a piece of egg on the table.
The way Flora kept glancing at him with pity, worry, heartbreak, and fondness made goosebumps rise along his arms. Every time he lifted his head, he caught that look again, and it only made his confusion grow more.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was in awe... how the hell did Flora come to the conclusion that he was dating Darcy? Couldn't they be just normal friends? What stupid thing did he say for her to assume that?
He chewed a bite of toast, expression blank. Nothing came to his mind. Shit! He was dying to clarify the matter, yet reason told him just to shut up.
Yeah. He couldn't bring it up. Asking would only make it worse. It would be like stirring a pot of shit! The moment he mentioned that, the stench would choke them all over again.
