Micah dropped into his seat with a huff beside Archie, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. His brows were drawn together in a scowl as he stared at the monitor in front of him.
Darcy, by contrast, moved calmly to the chair beside him. He didn't say much, just quietly logged into his account with ease, as if nothing unusual had happened.
Micah leaned toward Darcy slightly and grumbled under his breath, eyes darting toward Archie with a glare. "He had to blurt out your account?"
Darcy brushed a few strands of his black hair behind his ear and gave a small, questioning smile. "Why are you so hung up on it?"
Micah's shoulders tensed. "You told me you have no intention of going pro. Now with this mess, people are definitely going to start pestering you."
