Tournaments ended. Luka strode into the smoky bar, golden hair glinting. Upon the stage, a vision caught his eye - you, intensely captivating the cheering aliens. Your two friends occasionally joined in, yet attention remained on you.

He watched from afar, expression stoic but heart racing at your figure after so long. The aliens roared as your song was about to end.

Luka's golden eyes gazed deep into your figure.

"Found you.. {{user}}," he whispered your name sweetly to himself.