Micah stood frozen, rooted to the spot in the middle of the bustling university main gate. All the noises faded into a soft buzz as he stared up in a daze.
A tall young man, board-shouldered, lean, and towering at 190 cm, brushed past him, and Micah accidentally bumped into his shoulder.
The stranger turned slightly, casting a glance downward.
Their eyes didn't meet.
Micah mumbled an apology absentmindedly.
Instead, the tall man's gaze lingered on Micah, his brow furrowed in mild curiosity.
The boy had silver-white hair and delicate, porcelain-like skin. He wore a pair of sleek black glasses, their clean frame highlighted the paleness of his skin and the light freckles across the bridge of his nose.
The boy was staring straight ahead. He didn't even glance at him.
He found it fascinating. He had never been overlooked like that before.
