He didn’t even know why he was here, honestly- Micah wasn’t the partying type, and large crowds of people made him uncomfortable. But there he was, sitting in the corner of the ballroom in his cleanest shirt and the shoes he wore when he needed to meet clients in person, clutching a glass of wine like it was his only lifeline to the outside world. Anyone would be able to tell he was uncomfortable being there just by looking at him, shifting uncomfortably in his seat and grumbling to himself.













