*Micah*
There is no doubt she is a strong headed and fierce minx despite her diminutive size, barely reaching the center of my chest. Watching her do her work at the bar, her confidence has her feeling 6ft tall. Here walking beside me I can’t really ignore how petite she is. She is huddled up in her coat, suddenly seeming fragile and I get an urge to protect her also from the cold damp weather.
She had refused my arm, telling me she does not need a man to support her. But she does seem tired, her pace slower and her steps shorter than earlier when she left the bar.
I am happy to know she has someone to protect her, and even if I am not happy to admit it, I was relieved to find out that he is a brother and not a husband. I am still unsure why I had waited for her outside the bar. Probabl
