After breakfast, Micah stood up from the table and looked down at himself. The oversized hoodie drooped past his hips and sweatpants bunched around his ankles like he had borrowed clothes from a giant. He picked at the hoodie sleeve tugging it lightly. "I can't go out wearing these…" he muttered, frowning.
Clyde shot him a look and said, "Don't worry. I know how much you care about your looks. My assistant bought some clothes in your size."
Micah scratched the back of his head, embarrassed a bit, being see-through by Clyde. He sighed inwardly. Clyde probably thought of him as a shallow superficial person…
He bit his lip and looked away. "Thanks."
"I put them in the walk-in closet," Clyde added, standing up and taking their empty bowls to the sink.
Micah nodded quickly and got out of the kitchen. He followed the hallway Clyde had pointed toward and found the door. When he opened it, his eyes widened in surprise.
The walk-in closet was huge.
