But that was a thought for his future self to dwell on when he was beating himself up for inevitably screwing up a potential new friendship all because he'd seen a photo of the guy and it was unfair how many attractive people called this place home.
Not able to meander forever, Luke arrived at La Luna Verde and pushed the door open, raking his fingers through his hair as he did and made sure that it shut behind him to keep the chill out. Shrugging out of his coat, he didn't immediately look around the shop for the guy from the photo, he wasn't that much of a weirdo. So he browsed the section near the door before turning his head - right side, hide the implant for as long as possible - to look at the counter.
And there was the guy. Well, shit, he was better looking in person than in that photograph and that was saying something. A part of him realised that he genuinely couldn't do this, but nevertheless, apparently, he persisted. Luke rubbed at his ear and offered Miguel a half grin, raising a hand in a small wave. "Miguel, right?" he asked, moving a little closer. "Luke. Hope I'm not too early?"