Okay maybe fir Luke something where he's set up on a blind date but they never show. So he's chilling at the bar of where we was gonna meet his date and starts conversation with a bartender. They talk for a bit. Luke eventually gets hungry and they tell him about this really good place to eat. Luke jokes about how they're taking the bar's customers and the bartender is like jokingly like 'not ny problem'. So Luke waits for their shift to end and they.They have a great time and yeah idk what else
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Luke tapped his knuckles against the top of the bar, laminate echoing around the near empty and silent establishment. He was thirty minutes into waiting for his blind date to show though he was near certain they wouldn’t be turning up any time soon, or at all. He didn’t mind, nursed a bottle of beer quietly on his perch in the corner and used the moments in waiting to decompress. He was a bit disappointed but the set up had been hasty and as he didn’t really know the person that was supposed to be meeting him he felt as if he wasn’t missing out on much.
“Want another?”
Luke’s attention swiftly glided to you behind the bar. You had a glint of pity in your eyes as you watched Luke go dateless the entire time.
“On the house,” you offered and Luke shrugged.
“Sure,” he agreed and let out a sigh. “Probably shouldn’t drink much more on an empty stomach though.”
You nodded in understanding and slid him another beer. Sidled up to his small corner and rested a hip against your side of the bar. It was an unusually slow evening and taking extra time for one of very few customers was okay.
“Y’know, there’s a really great diner up the street, they have the best sandwiches I’ve ever had.”
Luke smiled at your knowledge, already knowing the diner in question and loving it as well.
“Should you really be directing customers to competition?” He asked with a bite of humor in his tone.
You shrugged, nonchalant and uncaring. “It’s not my bar. I just work here part time. Wouldn’t want a nice guy to starve. Or eat the bar food,” you said and kept your voice to whisper at the last sentence, nose scrunching up to animate your mild distaste.
“I’ll go, if you’ll go with me,” Luke said with a hopeful glint in his blue eyes.
“You’ll have to wait for my shift to be done,” you responded.
“Been waiting a while anyway. I don’t mind.”
You smiled. Luke waited.
Once your shift was done the walk to the diner across the street was quick in the cool night air.
“Were you waiting for someone special?” You asked as he opened the door and let you pass through first.
“Not really. Just a blind date. I’ve never really been on for those though. Would much rather meet someone of my own accord, naturally.”
“Like... at a park or something?” You asked around a slight laugh.
“A park. The mall. A bar.”
You seated yourselves and Luke basked in the slight blush that crossed your cheeks and the shy way your eyelashes fluttered. Laminated menus weren’t even looked at as Luke said you should order for him, curious as to what you might think was good—he loved almost everything on the menu and knew he wouldn’t be disappointed any which way. To his surprise you picked his favorite dish on the menu and confessed it was yours as well. Idle chit chat filled your time at the diner, talk of love lives being in despair but looking hopeful—looking at each other—and work and life as a whole keeping you both at ease. It was natural to talk to you, Luke found no awkwardness lingering between you. When plates were cleaned and the prospect of leaving became much more real Luke shifted.
“Can I walk you home? It’s pretty late and dark.”
You nodded your consent and soon enough found yourself on the front steps to your apartment building. Hope bloomed in Luke’s chest at the turn of the night and the person he ended up walking home. Abandoned date forgotten Luke smirked and asked if another night like this might be in store sometime.
“If you have any more blind dates that don’t show, you know where to find me,” you said around a laugh and boldly moved in to kiss his cheek as a goodbye and a promise of another night.
Luke left your doorstep, he was warmed from the inside out and eternally grateful the night had shifted. He always preferred to meet someone on his own. He was elated that it ended up with meeting you.