When Luke arrived at the table, he had to swallow hard.  Irene had sat first, and though she was seated, the short t-shirt she'd changed into was drawing his eye.  He hesitated...  He wanted to sit near her, but didn't want to be to obvious about it.<br/><br/>Turning towards the kitchen, he picked up a couple of items and helped carry food to the table, the wine bottle catching his eye immediately.  He'd relaxed quite a bit, but his social anxiety was coming back.  The smell of the home-cooked meal was a good distraction though, and he breathed it in heavily.<br/><br/>He tried to figure out why it was he'd fixated on Irene the way he did - it was something about her hair, complexion, and body type that was drawing him in.  She reminded him of someone he'd spent a lot of time with a few years ago, and he crossed his fingers and hoped the resemblance stopped at physical.  It was that thought that helped him make his seating choice - he chose a seat near, but not directly next to her, leaving a chair in-between.  He smiled, and reached out in her direction, "Would you mind passing me some of that therapy-in-a-bottle?", he grinned, gesturing towards the wine...