I stepped out of the restaurant after what felt like an eternity of waiting tables. My back ached, and I yearned for the comfort of my not-so-cozy bed. I stretched my limbs, letting out a low, weary sound that echoed my exhaustion.
"Looks like you had a long day," Luke chimed in, drawing my attention.
Sighing, I looked up at him. "You're here," I replied, my voice heavy with fatigue.
He frowned at my response. "You seem very happy to see me," he remarked, sarcasm lacing his words. "Did you have fun on your solo trip?" A hint of disapproval clouded his expression.
I paused to consider his question, then shook my head. My thoughts went to the strange man I met at the beach, "Some lunatic kept irritating me," I admitted as I walked past him toward his car.
"Lunatic?" He raised an eyebrow
