Luke's life had been spun in a whirlwind for the past month, starting with the wonderful, impulsive one-nighter with Eddy, that mysterious barman who remained so vividly centered in the boy's mind, to an interview and job offer as an office assistant.  Not glamorous, the pay was low, but Luke had leapt on the opportunity; it kept a roof over his head, even gave him a little bit of extra cash to stash away, and he had spent the last couple of weeks nearly living at his new job in effort to prove they had hired the right choice.<br/><br/>His boss seemed pleased, a friendly older woman who needed someone to run errands, make phone calls, send emails, and anything else she might ask; basically, Luke was a secretary, but he was not about to snub the job or the people.  So, while Eddy remained constant in his thoughts, Luke's new position took priority.<br/><br/>Or at least, that's what he told himself.  The young man was uncertain in his growing feelings about the grizzled, tattooed enigma he'd spent the night with; it had felt so right, so real and normal, which made Luke nervous.  Was he actually interested, or was he lonely?  Was he looking to just cling to someone, or had those little sparks between them been true emotions?  Did Eddy feel the same...?<br/><br/>Augh, he was a mess...  Luke spent many nights staring at his peeling ceiling, but instead of seeing paint falling apart, he saw a sword, and a skull, and a swan and a dog, swirls of color that danced in his head.  He could almost imagine Eddy's hands, those beautiful hands, touching him once again... And once that kind of image planted itself, those nights were particularly restless.<br/><br/>Luke knew that if he waited too long, any chance would disappear...  He hadn't seen Eddy, not near his apartment or anywhere else, and had been too much of a coward to go back to the bar just yet... But tonight, he happened to be in the area.  And he had no excuse to drop in, but more importantly, he had no excuse not to either.<br/><br/>Oh, what the hell.  Luke traversed down the alleyway again, half trying to convince himself to turn around-- Eddy was too old, would get tired of him, probably just had wanted a fun evening and didn't want Luke to start following after him like a lost puppy-- but his feet kept him moving forward, until he could peek around the doorway.<br/><br/>And there he was, sitting in the low light of the bar, working on some electronic thing with a drink at his side.  Seeing Eddy made Luke's heart speed up in his chest, just as much as it made his nerves rise too.  Still... he had come this far...<br/><br/>The boy stood there, debating with himself, before he finally just stepped forward into the bar, crossing the threshold.  No going back.  He didn't know what to do with himself, with his hands or his arms or anything, so he finally just chirped out a quick 'hello' and gave Eddy a little wave once he got the man's attention.<br/><br/>"Hi," he said again, repeating himself and wincing on the inside.  God, this felt like a mistake; he should've just kept walking...