Clyde stepped out of the car and shut the door behind him with a quiet thud. The late afternoon light cast a warm glow over the building in front of them, a large warehouse that had been converted into a filming space. From the outside, it didn't look like much. The walls were painted a dull grey, and the entrance was covered with thick black curtains to block out the stray light. A few staff members lingered near the loading ramp, chatting while holding clipboards and prop boxes.
Darcy was pacing back and forth beside the car, kicking at the gravel every few steps. His shoulders kept rising and falling as if he couldn't settle his nerves.
Clyde watched him for a moment, then spoke. "Do you want to go inside?"
Darcy spun around, lips twitching. "After how Micah chewed our ear off? Are you crazy? Don't you know how he holds grudges?"
