There was an awkward silence in the room after Darcy left.
Micah scratched his cheek, his eyes darting around the room.
His gaze landed on the cake. Right on top, 'Happy birthday brother' was written in crooked frosting. It was kind of cute. Micah smiled gently despite himself.
Nora followed his gaze. She beamed and latched onto Micah's arm with both hands, pulling him toward the sofa with surprising strength for someone so petite. "Come sit! I heard your birthday was yesterday, just like my brother!" she said excitedly, her eyes sparkling.
Micah let himself be guided, blinking in surprise as he sat down beside her. He smoothed his jacket awkwardly, feeling a little uncomfortable under her intense gaze.
"What a coincidence, huh?" Nora grinned, leaning closer with a playful tilt of her head. "It's like a fate or something."
Micah offered a crooked smile. "Yeah…"
