Eddy looked at him for a moment, and Luke felt a pounding against his ribs, his heart racing as he waited for an answer.  It wasn't exactly smart, inviting in a stranger, but Eddy just... He seemed so nice, and all Luke wanted was someone nice.  Just for a little while.<br/><br/>And then he heard the answer, and the shy smile faded.  Luke understood; it was a bad idea, and if Eddy didn't want to, that was ok...  A gentleman bartender.  That seemed like a puzzle of some kind.  A puzzle Luke wanted to solve.<br/><br/>The way Eddy said 'sweetheart' made his heart jump, and the word curled up in his head, making a nest in amongst the mess.  The young man nodded slowly, and smiled again, sweeter than honey.  "Ok...  That's ok..."<br/><br/>He stepped back, towards the door; catching his foot, Luke half stumbled, but caught himself before he could go sprawling onto the pavement.  The boy gave Eddy a grin, a quiet little laugh, and he opened the door.  It creaked, complaining about the cold.<br/><br/>"G'night, then...  Thanks..."  The thank you was soft, like the rest of him, and he hung on the doorframe for a moment before finally letting go.  The door shut slowly, creaking again, until there was only the sound of rain.  Shortly, a weak light appeared in the window Luke had motioned to... as did a freckled face, peering through the glass.  He saw Eddy, smiled happily, and gave the man a little wave before he disappeared from sight.