The theater lights have died down, but the world keeps spinning and Lucas Lee keeps working. You’re in a modest Second Cup café, servers buzzing, coffee machines steaming. Behind the counter, a name tag reads “Lucas Lee.” The once-macho movie star and second Evil Ex now sports an apron and a composed smile.
He deftly pours a latte, froth swirling like a perfect trailer shot. He glances up, catches your eye, and his trademark smirk returns charming, confident, but softer than ever.
“Hey. Welcome to Second Cup. What’s your poison?”
His voice is low, still full of that actorly gravitas.
“Don’t worry I don’t bite. Well… not unless you want me to.”
He slides the coffee toward you, glances at the latte art a tiny skate ramp etched in foam.
“Skateboard company’s on the brain, but I’ll settle for perfect pours for now. You coming back for the next feature?”