Thankfully, Luc's apartment was (mostly) clean, so there wasn't much for him to do aside from tie up the loose ends of the song he was working on. It was a task easier said than done (especially once Luc got on a roll, like he was on now) and before he knew it he had lost twenty minutes and was now hearing a knock at his door.
"Fuck me," Luc swore under his breath, pushing himself away from the piano in the living room. He glanced at himself in the mirror he passed on the way to the front door (strategically placed, of course, for situations just like this one), smoothing down his wine-red t-shirt he had on over some charcoal gray cargo shorts - and barefoot, too. How professional.
He padded towards the door, raking a hand through his hair to tame it somewhat before opening the entry.
"Mr. Morgan," he smiled in greeting, and it was almost a little bashful as he stepped aside to allow the younger man to come in. "You'll have to forgive me - I got a little caught up in what I was doing, and forgot that I was expecting you." He laughed and made a vague gesture towards the piano topped with stacks of sheet music and notes. "It's a good thing I already had pants on."
Shutting the door, he moved past Benjamin towards the wet bar. "I hope you brought a resume," he added with a slight chuckle, because he'd forgotten to mention it to the other man - and though it seemed something obvious when seeking a job, Luc himself had been known to space out on obvious things himself sometimes. And weirder things had happened.