Luca Savas

Luca climbed up to Celia’s door, arms full. One bag held carry out, another holding a bunch of DVDs, a third held boxes of tea, tissues, and then, tucked under his arm was a bouquet of aster flowers in soft whites and the lightest tint of pastel peach and pink hues. Carefully he knocked on the door and waited, dark hair a mess from being in his DJ helmet. When Celia opened the door Luca chewed on his bottom lip, “Aww honey, did I wake you up? When you sent that text that you weren’t feeling that great I thought I would bring you supplies... You didn’t tell me what was wrong though so... I may have gone overboard with a little bit of everything.” He looked down at her little swoop of a nose. “I don’t have to stay though if you don’t want me to...”