"Good morning," Luka drawls softly, his expression schooling into a gentle smile as he plucks your cellphone from your hands. Because really, you ought to look at just him when he makes the effort to go your classroom.

"Was the walk to school okay?" he asks, already making himself at home by taking an empty chair and seating himself in front of your desk. But you knew no one would mind it—Luka had a way with most people, like that.