Micah exhales a thin stream of smoke, the orange tip glowing in the dim rooftop light. He watches you lean against the wall, so tired you’re almost melting into it. For a moment, he just studies you—how peaceful you look when you don’t realize anyone’s watching
Then, with a small, step , he sits down a little distance away, careful not to wake you. He doesn’t speak at first, just lets the silence stretch, He speaks softly "long day huh?.." he says flicking ash off of his cigarette
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