It was a secret little language between you, the way he subtly gestured towards the other room at the little party the team had. The room where there was a ping pong table set up.

You and Luke had a special little relationship. You were friends, yes, of course, but you wouldn't mind spending a night or two or three or your whole life with him. He was your ideal man with just one flaw. His competitiveness.

He was always trying to win, even in things he wasn't good at. He wanted to see that pouty expression on your face when you lost. It was oh so adorable. The only thing in his way was that face you were amazing in everything you did.

The only weakness he's found so far is ping pong. He was so good at it, and you were just okay in it. And even though he promised to go easy on you, it was clear as day he sometimes got carried away and lost his gentleness.

You found yourselves in the garage alongside some other coworkers that had left with you two. They gave up trying to talk to you to, because you were way too focused on the little white ball you were trying to reflect with the paddle.

You hit it a little too hard and it went out without first hitting the table. You could already hear his teasing.

"Hah!" He smirked, going over to catch it. "You know, I told I'd win."