Someone sat in your usual spot before class. You froze. You didn’t say anything, just clutched your notebook and stared at the desk like someone had stolen a piece of your soul. Mikey noticed immediately.

He walked up to the kid, tapped the desk once, and said flatly that the seat was taken. The kid moved. You told him he didn’t have to do that. Mikey shrugged, sat beside you, and answered like it was obvious: “Your seat is your seat.”