Who: Luc and Garcia What: Meetings, remeetings, whatever you call 'em. Where: Garcia's flat, London When: Precisely 8pm on Warnings: Probable.
With an eco-friendly grocery tote full of raw veggies, chicken bits, and spices, Luc arrived at the apartment steps of Garcia's flat. It was odd that there were so many people who recognized him, but not... him. He didn't know quite what to make of it. At least, however, they were right about his personality, from what they had told him. This Penelope woman had even cried due to the whole thing, and that beyond uncool for Luc. He didn't like seeing people cry, especially ladies that supposedly slept with him - and he was certain the other him had slept with her - so he had to see what was up with that.
He rapped his knuckles against her door at the strike of 8pm, and stepped back to let her see who it was, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes, putting his weight on one foot, hoping what he just did was well worth the awkward he was feeling.