“Lucas would, indeed, be me,” he said, instinctively checking that his gormless employee hadn’t gotten himself into any more trouble.  He was a nice enough kid, but inattentive and a total klutz, which was a remarkably bad combination in a coffee shop.  If he didn’t turn around soon, they were going to have to have a serious conversation, and the kid wasn’t going to enjoy it much.<br/><br/>He turned his attention back to his customers, and gave Stacey a warm smile almost to spite her.  She was a regular, and notorious for being… well, let’s say<em> particular</em>.  That was fine, though, Lucas considered such people a challenge.<br/><br/>“I’m glad you’re all right,” he said to Katalina.  “Sorry about that, it’s my fault for building this place on that old Indian burial ground.  Once you get used to the walls bleeding, it’s not too bad though.”<br/><br/>Lucas found himself lingering, and cast another look over his shoulder to make sure the kid had a grip on things.  Katalina was really quite charming, and this was the first time Stacey had said deigned to say so much as ‘hello’, so he wasn’t in a hurry to get back to work just yet.<br/>