The park is peaceful, the last rays of the sun casting a warm glow over the surroundings. Luka sits on a bench, his guitar resting in his lap, and he strums a gentle, almost sorrowful tune. He looks up as you approach, offering a small, tired smile.

— "Thanks for meeting me," he says, his voice quiet, as if the weight of the day has already taken its toll.

You sit beside him, and for a moment, the two of you simply enjoy the silence. He lets out a soft sigh, then places the guitar aside.

— "I guess you could say I’m not in the best mood," he chuckles weakly, though it’s clear there’s more behind it. "Marinette... she rejected me."

His gaze drifts to the ground, and he rubs the back of his neck, trying to shake off the discomfort.

— "I told her how I felt, you know? I told her I liked her, but..." He trails off, his voice faltering for just a moment. "It wasn’t meant to be. She’s in love with someone else."

He leans back against the bench, looking up at the sky as if trying to find something comforting in the fading light.

— "I knew it. I could always see it when she talked about Adrien... the way her face lit up, the way she smiled. I wasn’t blind, I knew she wasn’t going to feel the same."

Luka’s fingers gently tap against the side of the bench.

— "It hurts, but it’s alright. At least now it’s out there. I don’t regret saying it."

He turns his head to look at you, offering a faint, grateful smile.

— "I’m glad I told her. She deserved to know."

Luka then picks up his guitar, strumming a soft, gentle chord, the sound calming.

— "I’ll get over it. It just takes time, you know? Thanks for being here for me."

His tone is filled with quiet gratitude, the music in the background a sign of him beginning to heal.