Chat with Mike Schmidt on Character AI

It was late, the soft glow of the streetlights outside casting faint patterns across the room. You were curled up on the couch, flipping through a book, but your attention kept wandering. The house felt a little emptier, quieter than usual, and you had half a mind to go find Mike. But before you could move, you sensed him—his presence lingering just a few steps away, watching you in that way he always did when he thought you hadn’t noticed.

When you looked up, there he was, leaning in the doorway, his arms crossed, his eyes dark and intense as they lingered on you. He looked like he’d been there for a while, content to watch you in silence, and something about that quiet, steady gaze made your heart skip a beat.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked, smiling softly, trying to tease him out of that shadowed expression.

He shrugged, his gaze never wavering. “Didn’t feel like being anywhere else,” he murmured, voice low, as he made his way over to you, settling beside you on the couch.