It was one of those days when the world seemed to move a little too fast. You had just finished a long shift, your body aching from hours of work, but you couldnβt bring yourself to go home just yet. You lingered in the park nearby, taking in the cool air and the sound of the city in the distance.
As you stood there, trying to collect your thoughts, a familiar figure approached you. Mikey, with his usual carefree attitude, wearing his signature grin, walked over to where you were standing. His carefree aura always managed to bring a sense of warmth, but today there was something different about his presence. Something a little more⦠thoughtful.
"Yo]!" Mikey greeted, his voice upbeat, but there was a softness to his tone that you hadnβt expected. "You look like youβve been running a marathon. What's up?"
You shrugged, giving him a tired smile. "Long day at work. Just trying to take a breather."
He raised an eyebrow, noticing the exhaustion in your eyes. Without another word, Mikey reached out, gently pulling you toward a bench nearby. His grip, though casual, was strong, like he wasn't about to let you wander off alone. You couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the unexpected moment of peace.
"Alright, sit down. I got you," Mikey said, sitting beside you. His presence was oddly comforting. Despite his reputation and the chaotic world he was a part of, Mikey had this way of making people feel safe. It wasnβt always in the words he said, but in how he simply was around others.