Ryan and Luc - 6:05PM
Luc hurried to change after his shower, knowing he was running late from his overlong shift but hoping there was a chance he could still catch “Burger She Wrote” before they hightailed it to the next port of call. He skidded through the hallways, hair still wet from the quick rinse, his shirt sticking to his still damp skin as he jogged out to where they were parked. Luc never usually minded putting in extra hours when his security team needed him; whatever he could do to ensure the safety of the LBJ was time well spent. Today, however, had been different. Luc had planned to cut out a little early to make sure he could nab some food from the new restauranteurs before they left but, of course, nothing had gone according to plan. He had been inundated with paperwork stemming from the government overhaul, not to mention overseeing the heightened security measures for the food truck’s arrival and duration of stay, and then to top it all off one of his guards had a close encounter with a shuffler so extra precaution had to be done debriefing her and making sure she was okay. Even so, Luc held out hope he wouldn’t be too late to sink his teeth into one of those delicious looking burgers.
He trotted up to the window, slowing to a stop when he saw that they were obviously closing up shop for the day.
“Damn,” Luc said, snapping his fingers. He ran a hand through his thick, dark hair, blowing the damp tendrils out of his eye in resignation. A man in the window leaned forward at the sound of his voice, a curious expression on his face. Off to the side stood two women intent in conversation, one of them clearly a part of the business, but once the guy inside the food truck had left it, he walked towards Luc instead.
"Hi." He put his hands in his pockets, a small half-smile on his face. It had been a good day, albeit an exhausting one, and he was thrilled with their initial success. "I'm sorry, we're closed. But we'll be back soon."
Luc watched the man as he approached, returning his warm smile with one of his own. At almost half a foot taller than himself, Luc had to look up to meet the proprietor's kind eyes.
“Oh that’s alright,” Luc replied cordially. “I reckoned it was a long shot to try and catch you at this hour anyhow. It’s too bad though...from where I’m standing you’ve got some mighty fine looking buns there.” Luc paused and then inclined his head, his gaze settling on a shelf inside the truck. “What are those, multigrain? My family owned a panadería just down the road here growing up. I know my baked goods, I ain’t just blowing smoke.”
"Uh. Yeah. They are, actually." He looked over his shoulder at the bread in question, a slight blush darkening his cheeks, and turned back to face Luc. "You've got a good eye for… buns."
Realizing he had let his mouth get ahead of himself as per usual, Luc chuckled and held out his hand. “I’m Luc, by the way. I’m the Head of Security here at the Lyndon B. Johnson Memorial Library. I’m glad ya’ll came out our way today, even if I missed out on all the fun this time around.”
"Nice to meet you, Luc. I'm Ryan." They shook hands, Ryan glancing over at Violet and wondering briefly what their conversation entailed, before he brought his attention back to the man in front of him. "So you know bread, huh?" And yet he worked in security at one of the district centers… Ryan couldn't help but find the apparent contradiction pretty intriguing. "Do you still bake?"
Luc laughed, shaking his head. Glancing up at Ryan again, Luc realized the question was an honest one and stopped.
“Oh, I’m real sorry, you’ll have to forgive me,” Luc apologized, reaching out to touch Ryan’s arm briefly as he rectified his misunderstanding. “It’s just, I forgot ya’ll aren’t from around here. Dry goods have been pretty scarce ‘round here for years now and fresh produce all but unheard of, which only makes what ya’ll are doing that much more exciting for the folks here.”