Luke watched the guy behind the counter's elbow slip out from under him, sending him sprawling across the counter. He winced - just a little - because it looked like that kind of hurt - and took another step closer but stopped just shy of the desk because he was moving and speaking and Luke's attention shifted to the left, subtly adjusting the volume on his processor because the guy sounded like he had a nice voice on top of having a really nice face and it would be a crime to miss any of this.
He opened his mouth to ask if Miguel was alright but promptly closed it at we're just going to pretend the past five seconds didn't happen. He chuckled and nodded, clearing his throat. "I can come in again if you want?" He asked, "Otherwise, I saw nothing at all."
He tipped his head, "Which do you prefer, Miguel or Mickey?" He asked, flopping his coat over his arm so that he wasn't just holding it in his hand and letting it drag on the floor like a heathen (even if it meant that his coat would smell even more like this place when he left and honestly, the smell of this place was one of his favourite things).
Considering holding his hand out to shake, but then thinking better of it, Luke's fingers fiddled almost nervously with the hem of his sleeve, resisting the urge to reach up and touch his ears - a nervous habit he'd developed as a kid that he'd never quite grown out of. Taking a deep breath, he thought about how this was supposed to be going well, and not going like a shitshow and that he didn't want this to be a shitshow and just because his brain malfunctioned around people whose faces fitted into the Fibonacci golden ration scale perfectly didn't mean that he had to make it obvious.
So he eased himself into another smile and definitely didn't rock up onto his toes, trying to kick his brain into gear to help him actually say something and not just freak the guy out because his brain had completely stalled in the wake of being closer. Yep, he was actually a failure as a person. He didn't know how to person. He was going to have to leave here and text Roman to ask if he could just live in the stables or something with Bambi and Thumper because they would get him and he'd never have to communicate with another human being ever again.
His fingers twitched, mind immediately wanting to sign something because signing was easier than talking. But then he didn't think Miguel would know sign language. And the deaf thing. Ugh, that had been a deal breaker his first year of college. Jonas had been an asshole. In fact, Luke's first clue should have been that he was called Jonas.
"You always work here on weekends?" He asked, because getting to know someone involved asking about their lives, and not just internally hosting a hallelujah chorus in praise of their face. Luke liked to pretend he wasn't shallow, and he wasn't - most of the time. It was hard not to be right now. That wasn't even fair. Percy should have warned him that the guy was even more attractive in person. But then, Percy and her twin looked like they'd stepped off the cover of a very glossy magazine so maybe she was just used to being surrounded by beautiful people? Oh, the life of a mermaid. The glamorous life of attractive people.