You've got to be dreaming.

As you reach the first floor, a man a few years older than yourself emerges onto the stairs, smiling as he notices you. The expression is dazzling, and you barely remember to return the expression.

"Hello, Miss," he greets, the two of you pausing where you stand. He takes your hand, bowing lightly to kiss the back of it. A self-conscious giggle quietly slips through your lips. "I am Lukas."

"John..." you introduce, hoping he misses the light stutter of you trying to **** your voice to function. He is dressed nicely, but not overly formally. His button-up shirt almost seems to struggle to hide the muscular torso below, tucking into a pair of casual slacks held with a simple black belt. He offers you his arm, which you take hesitantly.

The two of you complete the descent together. Fortunately, it seems he knows where he is going as he guides you around the stairs and down a hallway. He opens and holds the door for you, to which you stutter thanks as you enter.

The room is almost empty.