𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ♚ 𝐥.𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

27 - luke should be humbled

Lyla was feeling herself in the outfit she chose to wear for the concert. Even if it was one of the most common pieces that she wore, the oversized flannel made everything fit. Lyla contemplated about whether choosing to wear her docs to a concert of all places. However, she convinced herself that she needed to break them down even more.

Checking the time on her phone. The screen informing Lyla that she had to leave the dorms now, or else she'll be notably late upon her arrival to Luke's apartment. Lyla gathered her things, patting down her jean pockets and making sure she has everything before exiting the small dorm room. Lyla was beyond excited for what was to come. Not only was she going to see one of her favourite artists and have the freedom to completely rock out, but she's going with Luke.

The same person who hardly spoke to her the first time they met. And look at Luke and Lyla now, here they were – planning to go to a concert together. Lyla – amongst the others waiting for the train to arrive – was pushed onto the train from the crowd. The train from the station near campus to Luke's penthouse was short. Around ten minutes or so, including the walk from here to there.

Lyla, quite peacefully, strolled through the streets of New York City. Somehow, she managed to walk all the way to Luke's building without hearing a single catcall from a passing car or man. She stepped into the lobby, texting Luke that she was waiting downstairs for him. Lyla would have gone up, but the entire process of getting buzzed in and whatever seemed to extra. Besides, Lyla needed the extra time to mentally prepare herself.

Luke was possibly just as nervous a Lyla. Except the boxer had unwanted visitors in his home who was content on teasing him and were not going to leave anytime soon. If only they could grasp the hint and leave, though what friendship would it be if people listened. Luke ignored their comments and remarks as he grabbed his leather jacket and left his apartment without another word said.

Luke exited the elevator, turning the corner where his eyes instantly spotted the girl sat on one of the couches scrolling through her phone to pass time. He found it amusing that Lyla willingly chose to wear her boots to a concert. Luke contemplated on texting her one of the clichés 'you wear boots a concert' text. You know, the ones that surprise the girl because she's too busy to notice the boy standing in front of her.

However, Luke decided against it as he strode towards Lyla, grasping her attention as well as receiving a friendly smile. Lyla couldn't help but think how good Luke looked. Sure, he was only wearing the casual all-black attire, but there was something about the specific leather jacket that tied it all together. Lyla was weak, she's always been a sucker for curly-haired, dirty blondes with a lip ring and all-black attire.

"Hi," she softly said, standing up from the seat. Lyla was beyond nervous; her mind went blank as she wondered on what to say next.

"Hey," Luke replied, "you ready?" He asked, tilting his head towards the lifts to the car park. Luke kindly opened the car door for Lyla, a simple gesture that warmed her heart – if she wasn't so afraid, Lyla would have called Luke a dork for doing so, but she stopped herself not wanting to ruin whatever moment they had.

Lyla liked the way Luke's car smelled. As weird as it sounds. It somehow still managed to have that new car smell mixed in with the scent of his cologne, oddly enough, it made her feel safe. How could it not? The flashy vehicle belonged to the blond who's part of an underground boxing club. The same guy who drove her home after getting abandoned at that same club. The same guy who, despite being painted as dangerous, felt like the safest person on earth.

There was a part of Lyla that just wanted to ditch the concert and drive around the city mindlessly for the next few hours. She was so relaxed, staring out the window and gazing out on to the nightlife while music played through the speakers of the car. Lyla could stay in that moment for hours, she adored night drives, and the boy seated in the driver's seat could only make them better.