ROBBERS // Luke Hemmings

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The night air was cool. Lights lit up the city. The door to the shop opened signaled by a bell. Luke stood in the back of the shop attention on reading the list of songs on Arctic Monkey’s newest album. His blonde hair was pushed under a red snapback placed backwards on his head. He wore black skinny jeans, a black shirt and a red flannel tied around his waist. He didn’t notice her until she was right near him. He looked up his eyes immediately falling on her, falling on her long curly brown hair falling on her shoulders. Her golden skin and light brown eyes. She was so beautiful. He followed the curve of her lips. Her long legs were being shown off in her high wasted shorts. In her hand was one of Arctic Monkey’s earlier albums.

She walked away from him. Luke was too mesmerized to talk to her. The way she walked, with confidence, excited him. He loved the way she took long strides. He took of his hat and ran his hand through his hair. Setting the record he was holding back on the stand, he walked out of the store to see if he could catch up with her. But she was nowhere to be found. Frustrated, he walked back to his apartment.

Two nights later he was thinking about her. Thinking about how she looked. Thinking about how she must sound. Thinking about fucking her. He couldn’t get his mind off of her. He wanted to feel her. He wanted to stay up late talking to her. So he decided he wanted to find her.

The next night he found himself back at the record shop. Standing in the back, dressed nearly the same as the other night minus the flannel. After about 15 minutes of waiting she walked in. Beautiful. Luke didn’t realize how much he was craving her. She made her way to the middle. She picked up The 1975. Luke approached her.

“They’re really good.” He said. She turned slowly and eyed him. He could see her eyes roam up his body and then stop at his face. She made no point to hiding it.

“Yes I know. I’ve seen them live. Truly an unforgettable experience.” She bit her lip from smiling, clearly thinking of an experience.

“My name is Luke.”

“I’m Kodi.”

“Kodi. Hmm I like it.” He smiles.

“Is Luke short for Lucas?”

“Yes but don’t call me that.” He feigns anger. She smiles.

“Oh now I definitely need to call you that.” She sets the record back and fully faces Luke.

“Can I take you out?” He outright asks.

“I don’t know, can you?”

“May I take you out?”

“I’m not sure.” She pulls out a package of gum. After taking one for herself she offers Luke. He declines.

“It’s just one night. Am I going to have to beg?” He jokes. After a moment she answers.

“Okay. One night.” He leans forward and kisses her cheek. Lingering by her ear he whispers:

“We’ll have a lot of fun.”

They exchanged numbers that night and two nights later Luke tells her to meet him by the pier at 7 o’clock. The night is falling, a coral hue lighting the sky. Luke waits at the entrance of the pier for Kodi to show up. He’s wearing a snapback and short sleeved black shirt. A blue flannel is tied around his waist. He leans against one of the wooden posts. A few minutes Kodi shows up. She’s wearing tight jeans and a dark blue crop top exposing her belly button piercing. As she approaches Luke he can’t help but groan at how hot she looks.

“Hey.” He says as she finally reaches him.

“Hello, Lucas.” She smiles.

“Don’t call me that.” His arm wraps around her waist and he pulls her to him. She rests her palms on his chest. Their close proximity is tense. “Let’s eat.” Then he pulls away from her. She breathes out shakily. Interlacing his fingers with hers he leads her further down the pier.