Micah climbed the stairs at an unhurried pace, one hand brushing lightly against the railing as he went. His steps were light, his mood still riding high from the way he had teased Darcy earlier. Such a cute brother, trying to get the upper hand with him. Darcy had no idea he was the definition of shamelessness. When it came to winning and losing, Micah used every means. Anyway, his motto was simple: whoever got embarrassed sooner would lose. And it proved to be the right attitude.
A faint curl of amusement lingered at Micah's lips.
At the landing, he tilted his head and spotted the restroom sign glowing softly against the muted hallway lights. He adjusted his qipao, slipped inside, and quickly took care of his business. The quiet hum of the ventilation fan filled the space, and for a moment, his thoughts drifted idly, his earlier tension loosening from his shoulders.
