Lukes Pov Full [updated] -

I know that sound. A knock that apologizes before you open the door.

I don’t move. The coffee’s bitter on my tongue. Cold. When did I last heat it up? Doesn’t matter. She knocks again. Softer. lukes pov full

Footsteps. Not heavy like Marco’s. Not quick like Jen’s. Hesitant. One-two—pause—three. The pause is hers. Always has been. I know that sound

Yeah. Probably.

[Let her in, idiot.]