Before the Ceremony | Caleb & Mickey
Mickey shrugged. While he had never been a model student - not Sphinx material by a long shot - the ifrit had had it easy in school, rolling through his classes. Added to that a very successful stint as soccer captain and an equally successful alumni as an aunt, and it really was not that much of a miracle that Mickey had gotten into an Ivy.
"I actually think that exists. The whole Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance-thing, that is probably your gospel, right?" Mickey smiled, his teeth dazzlingly white. He briefly had an image of Caleb working in nothing but coveralls, but he quickly forced the thought out of his mind. Be good. "I actually got an invite-by-proxy. John is Leon's little brother and Ambriel's best man. I lend him the suit."
Mickey gave Caleb a fond look. "So... Texas makes you happy?"