The hiss of brakes snapped Darcy out of his thoughts as the bus pulled into the station. Its doors opened, letting out a puff of air. Darcy stepped up first, then turned around, only to see Micah still standing outside, daydreaming.
Darcy's shoulders slumped. He leaned halfway out of the door, extending his hand toward Micah. The boy didn't move. Darcy gritted his teeth and grabbed him by the wrist, dragging him inside.
Micah blinked, startled out of his daze, and stumbled inside with a small grunt.
And of course, Micah did not have a bus pass. Darcy shook his head and fished out some coins from his own wallet when he saw the boy trying to pay with a credit card and a hundred-dollar note. Seriously! How could he be this clueless about how normal people live? Who pays the bus driver with those?
Darcy paid with the coins under the driver's sharp gaze, then pulled Micah to the back of the bus. They sat at the very end.
