Arriving at Clyde's apartment, Micah darted toward the shopping bags at the entrance, browsing through their contents. He fished out a long skirt, examining it with interest.
Clyde stood, watching him for a moment. "What if you go as you are? She can't recognise your face anyway."
Micah took out a complete set of makeup and said, "I don't want them to know I am cross-dressing. Better safe than sorry. I have no idea what that woman is like. What if she stabs me in the back?"
Clyde's expression softened. "Yeah. You're right."
"Damn right I am," Micah flashed him a smug face. Combined with his swollen face, the expression made Micah look like a cartoon villain plotting evil plans.
Clyde pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth, trying to suppress his laugh.
Micah didn't notice it, too busy sorting out the shopping bags. After checking everything he needed was there, he grabbed the bags and strode toward the guest room.
