乔锦微晃了晃脑袋，胃里像是有几只小爪子在挠，疼得她额角冒汗。她扯了扯身上挂着的小外套，这身衣服在她看来，真是丢死人——藏青色西装外套，里面是条领带，领带歪得能当风筝线。腰间还别着个黑色钱包，简直是从她老板办公室里顺出来的。她这是在哪儿呢？

noises from outside the door. muffled voices, the clinking of dishes, the laughter of young people. It was the sound of a normal dinner party, but she didn't belong here.

She took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door.

"Who is it?" a familiar voice called out.

Micah!

乔锦微's eyes widened. She hadn't expected to find him here, and even less so with his friends and colleagues. "Micah, hi. I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were having a dinner party. I just needed to get out of the rain for a moment."

The door opened, and Micah stood there, a slight smile on his face. "乔锦微, what are you doing here? You look like you've been through a storm."

"Something like that," she said, trying to keep her voice down. "I just wanted to see you for a moment."

"Come on in, but keep it down. Everyone's here," Micah said, stepping aside to let her enter.