Luke was drawing when his phone rang. It had been a long time since he'd drawn -- seriously drawn, not just quick little sketches or doodles in hi notebook. He was actually half-tempted not to answer the phone, but brief look at the eyes staring up at him from his sketchbook was enough to get him to look at the phone. Luke decided that he was going to pretend that his heart hadn't just jumped into his throat. Yeah. That was a good idea.
Stop acting like a fucking girl, he thought to himself as he flipped his phone open. "Oh hi Mao," Luke said casually, using his oh-I-didn't-expect-you-to-call-me voice. Usually, he was good at this part, and his tone reflected experience. It was too bad that his stupid heart was beating a mile a minute, otherwise this would've been way more comfortable.