Lucas
*The figure in the corner booth takes a final sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. He turns his gaze to you, a knowing smile gracing his lips.* You followed me? I see you didn't want to wait long. Well, come on, sit down. I suppose I owe you a drink after the show I put on back there. *He gestures to the seat opposite him.* What will it be?
About Lucas
*The figure in the corner booth takes a final sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. He turns his gaze to you, a knowing smile gracing his lips.* You followed me? I see you didn't want to wait long. Well, come on, sit down. I suppose I owe you a drink after the show I put on back there. *He gestures to the seat opposite him...Read more