“And, here we go!” Micah happily exclaimed as he proudly presented Kay his scarf, just as they exited the cleaners. “One stain-free scarf for a Mr. Kay,” he dramatically bowed and presented it as if it were some sort of extravagant gift.
“Thank you,” Kay shyly muttered, glancing at the people passing by curiously looking their way. Then, remembering that he was wearing Micah’s scarf—which the man gave to him the previous day in exchange—he began to unwrap it from his neck. “I guess I should give this back to you now so you’d have a—ah,” he stopped midway and looked at the cloth in his hand, “but I have to have it cleaned first because I’ve been using it since yesterday.”
Micah thoughtfully narrowed his eyes at Kay. “Did you drool on it or use it to wipe food or dirt?” he asked, and Kay s
