Re: At the bar
Already a stone's throw from smiling, his grin flickered down a long, dark road when Lukas tilted his head and regarded her message. More drinks? He was already gesturing -- albeit, distractedly as she wore his eyes too well -- to the bartender for another round in a moment.
Catching the second degree of her inquisition, Lukas knocked back another third of his bottle and rested it's dwindling effects on the bartop when he reached for her. Not the notepad, or the pen.. just her hand. Palm up, where he could witness her life lines, and the pad of his fingertip wrote out an invisible secret. Letter by letter. L. U. K. A. S. He waited a beat, watching her face, to see if she understood the coded message.