Micah quickly tidied the apartment: snack wrappers into the trash bin, clothes off the floor. He picked up his phone from the couch, already tapping open the food delivery app. Even after munching on snacks at the gaming venue and finishing the breakfast Archie bought earlier, he still wasn't full.
He glanced toward the bathroom. The light was still on. The sound of running water had stopped a while ago.
Micah frowned. "What's taking him so long?"
Darcy had been in there way too long.
Did he eat something bad? That thought made Micah's frown deepen. It was probably Archie's fault. That guy had definitely bought a bunch of cheap snacks. What if they were spoiled?
Micah quickly walked toward the bathroom.
"Darcy?" he called, but there was no answer.
In panic, he lifted his hand to knock on the door.
But before he could touch the door, it swung open with a jolt.
"Whoa!"
