Luther had spent more time than he'd have liked to admit worrying about the evening. He wouldn't have called it worrying exactly either - pondering, suited it better. Debating even did well enough. After all, it was just a meeting - no one was going to get hurt or was in danger - this wasn't even a date. Even if she'd acted suspiciously about how long he'd waited to call her.
He'd not made any plans, simply because he each one he thought up seemed more awkward or pointless than the last. Instead he made a point of being punctual, bringing his cane along this time - he wasn't going to fall into her this time, because of his pride.
He took in the shop as he came inside, lips pressed into a firm line until his eyes fell on her. Something that was nearly a smile crossed his face as he walked over. "Nice shop."