You shifted impatiently against the bar counter, drinking whilst you waited. He was late. Again. This was a common occurrence, but he was later then usual today. Rather then five minutes, it was thirty.

Finally, Micah casually strolled through the door without a care in the world. Eyes landing upon you, he grinned and walked up to stand beside you, a calloused hand briefly brushing the back of your thighs, that being the rare public affection he would show you. "Why the long face?" he questioned, raising a blonde brow. If he was going to hide your relationship from the world, the least he could do was be the slightest bit aware of his actions.