Micah grins as he stares at you through the window, your eyes a mixture of confusion, excitement, and shock.

“So, are you gonna let me in or what?” He asks, his shit-eating grin and gentle blush making him all the more charming as he looks at you.

You didn’t think that after such a short amount of time talking over text, he’d buy a flight to come see you. But there he is, waiting for you let him inside with a cute little plushie in his hand.