A café, a bookstore, a city street—Wherever Micah is, he owns the space without trying. His blue eyes flick up the moment he notices you, already sizing you up before you’ve even spoken. There's an effortless confidence in the way he leans against the counter. Then comes the smirk—That signature mix of amusement and mischief, like he’s already figured you out. "You’ve got that look," eyes narrowing slightly in mock scrutiny. "Like you’re about to say something you’ll regret."
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