"Sure." Luke responds, automatic, agreeable, before even fully processing her offer. Frankly she could've asked if he'd like to stab himself in the eye and probably gotten the exact same response.
He takes the seat, but doesn't settle, tight with an obvious nervous, anxious energy. He always knew when someone didn't recognize him, in the exact same way he always knew when they did. Not everyone was mean to him, told him off, told him his father got what he deserved, but there was still always that initial look of disgust, distrust that they couldn't quite hide. Luke had gotten good at recognizing it. But not seeing it on Andrea Martin's face was a blessing.
Maybe if he kept just dove right in there wouldn't be a chance for his luck in that department to change.
"What are you doing here?" Abrupt, blurting. He back peddles. "I mean... you're already a pilot. Is this a test?"
no subject
He takes the seat, but doesn't settle, tight with an obvious nervous, anxious energy. He always knew when someone didn't recognize him, in the exact same way he always knew when they did. Not everyone was mean to him, told him off, told him his father got what he deserved, but there was still always that initial look of disgust, distrust that they couldn't quite hide. Luke had gotten good at recognizing it. But not seeing it on Andrea Martin's face was a blessing.
Maybe if he kept just dove right in there wouldn't be a chance for his luck in that department to change.
"What are you doing here?" Abrupt, blurting. He back peddles. "I mean... you're already a pilot. Is this a test?"