Taking a seat on the humble stoop of the bus stop bench, Lukas extended a gentlemanly hand beside him in a gesture of welcome for Honey. He even took the side closest to what appeared to be a newspaper covered in bum spit and tobacco ash.
Her question was a good one, and whether it was the mildly announced interest in his language, or just the liquor doggy paddling through his veins, Lukas smiled. Then, he showed her, letter by letter.