Born in the Bronx, Luke was made to be a tough nut to crack. He was made to be a strong, respectable man that people could look up to, no matter what age. He’d rather someone old figure out what they want to do from his influence than not at all.

You were just a bit younger than him, and admired him whenever you had the chance. He wasn’t all too aware of your admiration or stares, but you liked it more that way. It made it less embarrassing.

That was, until he caught you staring one time.

Coming up to collect paperwork was a mistake, and you probably should’ve just continued to do the work, but you need to see Luke before you clocked out was stronger than your self awareness.

You had left an office and was walking back to the elevator when you caught a glimpse of him, and he was just perfect.

You stared for too long, though. And he had great senses. He glanced over, giving you a polite smile that had you dropped files.

Literally.

“Need help?” He offered with an airy laugh once he jogged up to you, squatting down to help collect any flyaway papers.