Darcy was completely unaware that Miguel was there, and even as he heard Lyla’s voice in the distance he stayed focused on his task. Some fancy footwork, as if the fake man might actually hit back suddenly, and then what could only be described as a death blow to his stupid fake heart.
That done, he stepped back ready to greet his friend as he got close enough to actually speak to.
“Good morning,” he responded, giving him a bit of a bow out of weird habit. “That’s alright. I was just passing, and...” he shrugged. Not sure what it was exactly. “Do you want me to clear off, do you need some space?”