#micah:david

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closed: @phaticgod​ location: the oasis truck stop

One thing she didn’t expect being this far south was just how cold the nights get. The lake effect and below freezing temperatures were no stranger to her skin, however she wasn’t expecting the dewy humid cold that came with this part of Texas. The cold desert night continues to nip at her skin as she walks across the parking lot, moon shining on the too clear sky for the kind of night that felt heavy. She told herself she’d try one more place then go home, she’d be useless if she was tired, and the day hadn’t provided any new sources anyway, what was taking a break? 

She takes note of the car parked off in the dark, the shadow immediately putting her on edge as she takes note of a person leaned into one of the windows, and the man in the drivers seat talking to them in a hushed whisper. Micah doesn’t hear the ding of the old bell, or her footsteps padding across the peeling linoleum. She’s too focused on the man outside, alarm bells going off in her head as she keeps a watch on the car the best she can from the dusty windows. 

And the car is still there when she leaves. The hair stands up on the back of her neck, not liking the off putting nature of it all. Missing persons signs flash before her eyes and before she knows it she’s walking towards the car, pastry and coffee in hand to ask just what the fuck this guy was doing with this woman so early in the morning. “What’s going on over her—” She stops herself when she finally catches David’s face in the dim truck stop light, smile spreading across her face and relief washing over her. Thank God she found David Sharpe.