Micah inhales as the boy moves closer, his voice warm and oddly familiar against Micah's skin. He wants to think that this guy is someone he knows, but the way he smells doesn't trip anything in Micah's memory. It's not Spencer, in any case. Spencer's cologne smells like whiskey and tobacco, and he doesn't talk like this.

"So what do you want?" Micah turns his face a few degrees towards the other boy's.