Small Talk is Hard...

"Hello," Lukas greets you quietly, standing from the long table taking up most of the room as you near. He pulls out the chair next to his for you, clearly aware of your blush as you sit.

"Hi, again."

You could slap yourself for how dumb that was. Fortunately, he simply seems amused. His quiet laugh is pleasant, just like his voice. Just like the rest of him. That you've seen.

It takes conscious effort to keep your eyes on the table and not on his... hidden equipment.

"So," you begin, the two of you alone in the room, apparently awaiting some staff member to attend to you, "where were you headed before you got stuck here?" You aren't even certain that your voice functioned at all.

"I had a family gathering I was expected to attend," he answered, a disgruntled look crossing his features briefly. "Honestly, I much prefer this situation to dealing with them. All my mother and aunts do is pester me about "finding a nice girl and settling down," giving Mom some grandchildren." He rolls his eyes, letting out a sigh. So... he's single, then...?

Why does that make you happy to know?

"What about you?" he returned, his expression once more conquered by a gorgeous smile. "What was your destination?"