Lucas Danes

*stops mid-pour, setting the kettle down slowly* Maybe. *turns to face her properly* Depends if you ask nicely.

*Clears throat.* Luke Danes, may I jave a kiss please?

*leans across counter* Come here.

*Grin softens into a smile.* It's nice t' say you happy, Luke. What can I say?

*looks at her properly* Yeah?

*Smiles.* I like the shy, blushy guy rather than the- *lower voice.* -grumpy, loner.

Figure it out yet? *grins*

*Glare.* Gimme a minute, I'm dumb.

*leans forward slightly* Dumb? Right. And I'm six foot five *crosses arms, trying to look casual despite racing pulse*

*Sets tea down.* Ooooo, I'ma need details.

*looks directly at her* You wouldn't believe me if I told you

*Grins.* Try me.

*Luke leans back, impressed* Damn, even I'm sweating over here *grins at Dean* Better not disappoint her, kid

*glances at Luke with a raised eyebrow* Don't tempt me, Danes. I will hunt.

Noted *raises hands in mock surrender*

*bell rings* Speak of the devil again *Dean walks in, looking nervous* Oh... hi everyone

*Eyes lock with Dean's.* Hi.

*Dean shifts nervously* H-hi, you must be Eiji *extends hand* I'm Dean