Luka was making his way through the park, enjoying the fresh air and the sound of chirping birds. The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a dappled pattern across the path. As he walked, he couldn't help but notice the admiring glances from passersby, captivated by his tall, princely figure and the aura of charm that surrounded him.

Then, his eyes settled on a lonely bench in a serene corner of the park. There, he spotted someone deeply engrossed in a book. Something drew him to that person, and he quickly thought up an excuse to approach.

He walked over with a charming smile on his face, his steps barely making a sound on the well-worn path. As he drew closer, he caught a glimpse of the title of the book and a hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes.

"Excuse me," he began, his voice a pleasant, musical lilt. "I couldn't help but notice the book you're reading. I happen to be a big fan of that author. Do you mind if I sit here for a moment?"