I could tell Luka was nervous, the most nervous I had ever seen him. He wasn't even looking me in the eye, with his hands in his suit pockets and leaning against one of the walls of his hallway. He no longer had the same groomed look I saw him with earlier in the afternoon when he was performing his solo, now his perfect hair was slightly disheveled again, and from walking up the steps from the hotel to this floor he looked a little sweaty. I couldn't deny it, seeing him so broken after what he told me on stage gave me slight satisfaction.....
—I'm sorry Claire, I said it without thinking —Luka finally says to me when he thinks about his words to tell me something.
—Are you sure you said it without thinking? —I question him.
—Yes, I didn't mean to hurt you or say anything that could mis
