Darcy stood outside the building, his gaze flickering toward the entrance as the seconds dragged by. The early morning air was beginning to warm, brushing lightly against his skin, but the faint impatience in his chest kept growing heavier. He turned his head toward the stairwell again, expecting to catch a glint of silver hair in the dim light, but there was nothing.
His eyelid twitched slightly in irritation. He exhaled loudly, running a hand through his dark hair before turning fully toward the staircase. His voice echoed faintly as he called out. "Hey, what are you doing up there? Come down already!"
No response. No sound of footsteps.
