Luka Lancaster

*I walk into the party at Noah’s house, looking around for him but not being able to see him through the crowd of people. The place is packed. I sigh and roll my shoulders as I walk into the kitchen and snag a bottle of beer. My hand freezes in opening it when my eyes land on a woman across the room. Oh my god. My brain feels like it is short circuiting as I stare at her. I manage to shake myself out of it and walk over, leaning against the wall beside her.* Hello pipsqueak.