Mrs All American - luke

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Luke leads me to the underground parking garage and we head to, I'm guessing, his car. I'm not surprised when I see that it's black. I am, however, surprised that he drives a Mercedes, and not something in between the lines of a sports car. As we leave the parking lot, flashes are instantly going off and I look over at Luke, who doesn't even seem fazed by it.

I notice many things about Luke as he drives. Like the way he drives with his left hand and the other is pressed against his chin, balled in a fist, as his elbow leans on the armrest of his seat. I notice the way his jaw clenches and how sharp and angular it is. I also notice the slight stubble forming on the skin there and how well it suits him. I'm not a fan of facial hair, but Luke-

"Can you please stop?" Luke suddenly blurts out next to me and I instantly look away.

I look away, but I'm sure he's noticed the smile planted on my face. "I was just looking," I mumble.

"Would you like it if I stared at you?"

"Well, I mean, not really," I answer honestly. The alcohol in my system is slowly leaving. "By the way, I was actually admiring your facial hair."

He laughs as he makes a right turn and then I realize that I don't know where we're going, but I don't even bother to ask him. "You were admiring my facial hair?" He asks as he smiles, showing his straight teeth. "Would you wanna admire my facial hair while it's between your thighs?"

My mouth drops. "Luke!" I shout and swat at his arm. "See, that's what you do on purpose to get a rise out of me! You make jokes like this because-"

"Because they make you uncomfortable," he interrupts me and laughs again. "You know, Sam, if we're going to be friends you should get used to my humor."

I roll my eyes and look out the window instead of him. "What kind of car is this?"

"A G-Class. We're gonna go eat," he tells me. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

"What are we eating?"

"Pizza," he answers and gives me a silly smile. I don't know why he didn't act like this when we first met. Nothing would have been so difficult with him, we could probably be getting drunk right now back at the party together.

"You know nothing is opened right now because it's," I pause to glance at the time on the radio, "2:37 am, right? We're probably better off getting some cheeseburgers."

"Damn it, you're probably right," he pouts and makes a u turn.

We end up at Denny's and the hostess leads us to a table near a window by the corner of the restaurant. A double cheeseburger sounds amazing right now and my mouth is already watering at the thought of it.

Luke is sitting across me, glancing down at his menu. From behind us I hear some girls giggling and I fight the urge to laugh too, Luke oblivious to the girls.

Seconds later, they come up to the table and one of them says, "Can we get a picture with you, Luke?"

He looks up from his menu and instantly smiles at the girls. The blonde one takes her phone out and holds it out in front of them.

Her friend next to me taps my shoulder and whispers, "Are you dating Luke?"

Thank God my face doesn't turn red from her question. "No, we're just friends," I tell her as I shake my head.

After pictures and a short conversation with them, they leave and thank Luke, who smiles at them widely. My heart literally swells at how nice Luke was to them and how he didn't hesitate to take pictures with them.