When Claire saw who was sitting across from her, she instantly lit up with a bright smile. "Lucas? What are you doing here? Not scared of your fans swarming you?"
Even though Lucas tried to cover himself up—a white shirt stuffed to make him look like he had a beer belly, and a messy wig that screamed 'haven't showered in days'—he looked more like some tech guy who'd been stuck doing overtime all week. Still, Claire caught on in a blink. She figured if she could recognize him in this mess, his hardcore fans probably wouldn't miss it either.
Lucas sat casually across from her, lifting his coffee for a small sip. His crisp, deep voice totally didn't match his current get-up.
"Adrian said you came downstairs for cake and it's been an hour. So I dropped by."
He completely ignored
