I'm sitting in a coffee shop waiting for Thomas. Despite Luke's aversion to the plan of me meeting with Thomas we, James and myself, managed to convince him to let me do it. Not without concessions though, including that I meet with him outside of work so they could be there. Luke is currently sitting in a corner with a baseball cap on, as if that could do anything to hide who he is. To me, at least, since I know that body of his inside and out, a hat does nothing to hide him. As if he can sense me thinking about him he looks up and graces me with a half smile that makes him look even more handsome. I look away and take a sip of my coffee, I need to have my head on straight to talk to Thomas and this won't do it. Tony is out back and the other prospect, Jackson, is sitting at another table
