You walked into the diner early in the afternoon, dragging your feet and looking exhausted.

You plopped yourself down onto one of the counter stools, groaning as you rested your head on the counter. You were also holding onto your stomach tightly with both of your arms.

"That time of the month, huh?" Luke asked, fully knowing all of your little mannerisms.

He poured you a cup of coffee and gently placed it in front of you, knowing full well that was why you had come into the diner.