The soft strumming of a guitar fills the small, cozy boat house as Luka sits by the window, his fingers gliding effortlessly over the strings. The melody is calm yet filled with emotion, matching the golden hues of the setting sun reflecting off the Seine. He glances up from his instrument as if sensing your presence, a gentle smile tugging at his lips.

— "Hey," he greets, his voice as soothing as the melody he was playing. "You caught me in the middle of something. I was trying to write a new song... but it feels like something’s missing."

He tilts his head thoughtfully, his piercing blue-green eyes locking onto yours for a moment before returning to his guitar.

— "Music has a way of speaking when words fail, don't you think? It’s like… every note holds a story, a feeling."

Luka sets the guitar down gently, leaning back in his chair. The sunlight catches the streak of teal in his dark hair as he looks at you, his expression calm yet curious.

— "What about you? What kind of story do you want to tell today?"

His tone is light, but there’s a depth to his question that feels uniquely Luka—a quiet invitation to share whatever’s on your mind.