Sometimes

Luke

This day has turned out remarkably better than I'd planned. 

I was supposed to stay in bed until mid-day, instead I find myself sitting across from the dreamiest creature ever. I mean, I figured the only time I'd ever see her again is if we were to wind up at the club again, but who would have ever guessed I'd wind up with her as my tutor?

Happy days!

To think, all this time, I could have been daydreaming about her while in class, if I'd ever managed to go. 

She very nearly took a sip of the coffee she's had in her hand when I told her that the last class I'd been to was the first one. 

"You're joking! Right, we're going to need to cram a few topics in today and then we'll need to get in a few more before the exam." She holds out her hand, opening it and closing it impatiently, while rifling through one of the monster textbooks we'd been expected to buy for this class. I watch for a second, trying to interpret her hand gestures, filling her palm with sugar packets because that's probably what the coffee needs after all. She barks a laugh, actually opening a few and adding them in. 

"Thanks, but I need your phone. That way we can figure out a few more study sessions." She starts swirling the coffee around, while I unlock my phone before sliding it toward her on the table. 

I watch as she starts tapping away, I should probably be a little more careful with that but she doesn't seem like the type to snoop, so I'm going to go with my gut on that one. Instead I happily lean back and start planning the breakfast I would serve her for our first date, because dinners are so predictable, no one ever suspects an invitation for breakfast. Keeps them on their toes, or at least I think would be the case, I've just come up with this brilliant idea. It's decided, this is my thing. The quirk that will leave a Luke-sized hole in anyone's armour. 

Brilliant. 

I'm brought out of my brilliant scheming by her face coming into focus in my peripheral. Which has never happened before, I can tune out the best of them - I live with North after all - but this is a first, probably because she's pretty darn distracting. 

"Sorry, we can do another day if not." I simply nod, because since we've officially been tapped in for this mission with the Toma team, there are going to be even more late nights and I'm not even sure when I'm going to fit in anything else, like sleeping and eating and I actually like doing those things. 

Although, it's not going to be all that bad. I might be able to see Sang a little bit more.

"Uh, yeah. No. It should be okay. I'll just have to check my work schedule to make sure." I say, because it's partly true, mostly true-ish. 

"What do you do?" she asks, sitting back against a large cushion.  

"Detective work."  I say, distracted by the noise she makes as she actually takes a sip of that damned coffee. Apparently the sugar was all it needed, or North is a giant man-baby that can't handle his caffeine. 

Shit. 

I shouldn't have said that. I - shit - no. I should not have said that! 

I stretch my arms above my head, and stare up at the ceiling trying to avoid her eyes because, distraction measures? I can feel her eyes on me as I pointedly examine the exposed and sprayed rafters above me, whoever thought this was a design win was just wrong. There's just no way anyone could have said, yeah this looks great - let's keep it, but here we are. The seconds stretch on, but instead of bringing it up, she launches into more studying material and, by Jove, I think I've dodged a proverbial bullet! I could cry!

After an hour of her just drilling information into my brain, she seems to have had enough as she stands up stretching. This whole thing suits me just fine, I mean, I've gotten to enjoy her company while she teaches me things I should already know but don't. She's got a way of teaching things too that are somewhat memorable or I paid way more attention to her because of how enthusiastic she was as she was explaining it to me. 

I watch as she starts packing up her books, tucking them into a plain black backpack before zipping it up with gusto. I swear the noise reverberated off the walls and was absorbed into the spray foamed ducts above me. 

"I'm sorry to cut this short, I have to get a few things done before my exam this afternoon, but just text me when you have a few hours in the next few days and we can study a bit more together." she smiles before heading out, giving a large berth to the coffee cat that seems to be glaring at her from its perch. 

I sigh dramatically as I fall into a seat, eyeballing the half-full coffee cup and can't help myself but to take a gulp. Nearly dying after the fact because this is terrible, beyond terrible actually. Even with my body weight in sugar, this is terrible.

Awful really. 

I'm almost a little proud of North for swallowing it sans-sugar. I'll never tell him that, ever. I might even ask the barista how to make it before I leave just so I can subject everyone to this when their coffee needs kick in. 

Yep! Best idea ever.