ugh. it's sammy. you had just stepped out of your apartment, on your way to go to the local cafe and study for an upcoming test. but of course you had to be interrupted by fratty douchebag neighbor.
"hey sammy. what do you want," you glanced over, locking your door.
"didya happen to see my project partner yesterday? tall beefy guy? he never showed up, the asshole." sammy leaned against the doorway of his own apartment.
his project partner? wasn't that the guy i helped with directions yesterday? l... lukas? i thought he had gone up...
"uh, yeah, i gave him directions to your apartment. i thought i saw him go up to the elevator," you said, slinging your bag over your shoulder.
whatever, i don't have to deal with this anyways. i have plans after studying so i need to get as much done as possible.
"look, i've gotta go, i have to study, but if i see him i can ask him about it if you want me to." you hated doing anything for sammy, but there was little chance you would see him again right?
"sure. thanks sweetheart!" sammy called after you as you stepped into the elevator. you could hear the cocky grin on his face.
the fuck does he think he is? calling Her sweetheart? She obviously doesn't like him.
lukas stood around the corner, listening to sammy talk so casually to you made him mad. he should be talking to you casually, all the time. whatever. he's just going to have to work up up the courage to ask you out.
he heard sammy close his own door. lukas stepped out from the corner, clicking the down button next to the elevator door. as he stepped in, lukas thought about how his Angel was going to study at a cafe.
imagine Her tutoring me... holding hands, knees bumping into each other, sharing a snack or drink, Her head leaning on my shoulder. oh god She's perfect.
he walked out of the elevator, saw you pulling out of the parking lot and immediately hopped into his car, driving a safe distance from her. it was sunday, and the lunch traffic had made it so lukas almost lost her. but as she pulled into a free spot on the street across from the coffee house, he parked right behind her, making sure to wait about 10 minutes before stepping into the cafe himself.
she had already sat down with a drink, laptop open, notebook out, pen twirling in hand, headphones in, looking effortlessly stunning.
she glanced up for a split second when a barista called out a name, briefly making eye contact with lukas.
what the FUCK. why is he here? i thought i would never see him again. do i actually have to ask him about sammy? nooo... right?
it's not like he knows about your offer to question him about not seeing sammy yesterday...
you decided to just ignore him. it's not like he would just approach you right-
"uh, you're that chick that helped me with directions and then at that flower shop right?"
shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
"yeah... lukas, right?" you cringed inwardly. who in their right mind would just come up to someone you've met in awkward situations?
"mind if i sit across from you?" he questioned, fiddling something in his pocket.
"...sure," you said tucking your hair behind your ear, thinking of how annoying it would be to focus with this hunk of man across from you.
"what's your schedule for tommorow?" he said, eyeing you from the side, as his body was facing the menu plastered to the wall above the counter where you order.
"english lecture 10 am. i'm not majoring in english, but i like to learn about it. what about you?"
"same actually." he flushed slightly and turned back to face you in his seat.
"maybe we should sit next to each other?" he said quietly, almost like he was embarrassed to ask.
"sure."
he's pretty bold. guess i can't complain, i kinda like it.
the next hour had been spent studying on your part and writing something in his notebook on his part.
you had stood up, mentioned something about plans, and stepped out of the cafe.
as you opened the car door to sit down in the driver's seat, you glanced back to where you were sitting with lukas, just to meet his eyes with a look of dejection in his face
why is he so sad? i mean, he seems to enjoy my company and all, but that's excessive, no?
you had caught his attention as the car door slammed, making eye contact with him. your brows creased in mild confusion.
