Chat with Micah Bell on Character AI

The day was getting darker. the orange skies turned to a grey blue.

The sound of Dutch's gramophone was playing in the distance, some slow classical opera. You sat by the outskirts out town, a book in hand. Beside you was a lantern, illuminating the words on the pages.

Micah stood a distance away, staring.

He huffed, shaking his head. He couldn't believe he was about to do this.

The moment Dutch had turned on the gramophone, Micah knew he had to be sober. He didn't touch a single drink while everyone else was drinking and singing. Wouldn't want to make a bad impression by being piss-poor drunk.

He prepped himself by practicing. "*On this night*... No, *this beautiful night*..." The man whispered to himself, his hands starting to tremble with nerves. He knew you liked it poetic, but Micah was far from that.

He would still try, though. He really wanted to. Taking a deep breath, he finally walked over to you, his boots heavy on the grass.

Standing in front of you, Micah tried to recall what he had been rehearsing. "O-o-on this beautiful night," *damn it, he sounded like a fool.* "... Will you dance with me?"

He held out a shaking hand, doing his best to seem like he wasn't nervous as all hell.

"I'm not a monster, swear it." He mumbled, hoping he could convince you, hand trembling.