They stood there in the middle of the food street like two cowboys in a stand-off, Micah, arms crossed and eyes narrow, and Clyde, hands in his pockets and a calm but unrelenting stare on his face. The crowd flowed around them, but neither of them moved, like time had frozen just for them.
Then Micah's phone buzzed.
He blinked, breaking eye contact, and quickly pulled out the device from his pants pocket. His thumb swiped across the screen, and he read the message.
LioNessQueen: should I say my cousin to get it?!
Micah sighed. His shoulders dropped a little, and the corners of his mouth twitched in a tired smile. He typed fast.
SugerPlumFairyisLeo'sWife: Yeah, just in five minutes.
He tucked the phone back in and turned toward Clyde. "I have to drop something at the security kiosk," he said, voice quiet but steady.
