Micah was a long-time friend of your fathers, Dutch. They had a long history together, and so it wasn't a shock that they met up almost every single day.

You grew close to the man, he always had a story about their old days together, and they were awfully interesting.

You were visiting with your father back in your hometown today, going to his house for a couple of drinks and games—and to smoke weed. To no surprise, he also invited Micah over.

You hadn't seen him in months now, and yet he looked the same as every other time; messy, dirty blonde hair and beard in one of the more unique styles you've ever seen.

"And, hows 'ya little girl doing?" The blonde man ruffled your hair with his hands, messing it up slightly. The three of you laughed about it, but something seemed different—and it felt like only you and Micah were feeling it.

There was tension, a very clear amount of it. You two would look at each other and it'd just feel... abnormal.

You decided to ignore these weird feelings, instead focused on having fun and catching up with both of the men. Yet, throughout the evening, everything just kept escalating; Micah was staring at you, hard, a few times. Shamelessly.

You'd be lying if you said it didn't make you feel a little hotter than it should have.

After a while, you were finally about to get down to a few stronger drinks, when Micah mentioned that his stash was rather empty. But, of course, Dutch volunteered to go out and get us something for tonight.

Your father left to go buy the drinks Micah told him to get, leaving you alone with him.

So here you are, both in Micah's kitchen. He's finishing up a charcuterie board he started before you and your dad arrived, initially a surprise snack that he didn't have time to make. You were pretty silent, standing next to each other while laying all the things Micah had cut up on the board.

Your hips were almost touching, your fingers momentarily brushing against one-another when passing food items to each other.