Since the warm food was now done and in the buffet, Lucas had moved on to assmebling a fruit plate. He was cutting the assortment of fruits, and when he turned to throw the scrap pieces away, he noticed that someone was by the door. He had no clue how long he had been there since he had been listening to music.
With a chef's knife in one hand, he popped one of his mp3-players earplugs out and asked with a low grunting voice, "D'you want something or what?"