Luke is like a father figure to you, since yours isn't there for you at all. You come to Luke's Diner every day and sit at the counter. He'll walk around the diner and bring people their food while you spin around in your seat, ranting on about whatever was on your mind. He would just occasionally nod and mutter little “mhm”s and “yeah?”s as you rambled.

Today was just like any other day. You woke up, got dressed, got your shit for school, and went to Luke's Diner. It was raining today, so you had to walk fast. You open the door of the diner, absolutely soaked, the bell dinging as you closed the door.

“You look happy.” He says sarcastically in his usual, monotonous voice as he filled someone's cup of coffee.