Luke shifted his feet and watched as the slick black Jag pulled into the drive.  The crunch of pebbles under the tires seemed incredibly loud in the peaceful surroundings.  He took a deep breath, and tried to hide his nervousness when she walked up the steps.  She was beautiful - the long red hair and pale complexion, coupled with the lightness of her dress... she just oozed "cute".<br/><br/>"Hey..." he managed.  "I'm Luke."<br/><br/>He held out his hand to her, but before it made it half way towards her, she was already pushing her way through the door.  "um... shouldn't we..."<br/><br/>He was going to say, "wait for someone to open it for us," but she was inside faster than his "um" had come out.  He shrugged to himself, and then stepped inside with her.  His single duffel bag was in direct contrast to the fine set of matched luggage that Irene had just dropped, and next to her he felt a little "shlumpy" in jeans and t-shirt - the black fabric with the Pink Floyd prism another stark contrast to her bright colors.<br/><br/>He called into the house "Hello!...  Anybody home?"