#lukebug

being that it was currently summer and school was out, there was a fair increase in the number of females in line to meet luke. nothing significantly substantial, but you did notice an increase and how few failed to not hit on luke while they were meeting him. checking the time on your watch and realizing that luke’s current set was almost over, you figured you’d cut him a break and save him from being hit on any further by announcing that prince ferdinand had to go see snow white for a bit and would be back soon. you ignored the upset and disappointed -- even some angry -- looks, having seen them all at this point in your job, as you escorted luke backstage.

as soon as you two were out of sight from the public, luke immediately removed his wig, running a hand through his hair. you rolled your lips into your mouth to keep from showing any sign of amusement, knowing that he wasn’t the biggest fan of having to wear a wig. 

“was my set really already over or were you just doing me a favor?” he asked as you two walked to the cafeteria.

“i mean, it hadn’t been exactly 40 minutes,” you told him, “but who knows?” you paused, shrugging. “my watch could’ve been slow.”

luke laughed, throwing his head back. “you should consider correcting the time on your watch then. gotta give the people their money’s worth.” he joked, trying to make his expression one of sternness but failing, the twitch of his lips giving him away. “no, but really, thanks. honestly, i can only handle being hit on so many times within 40 minutes before i start feeling like an object.”

“besides,” he added, “there’s really only one person i’m interested in anyway.”

“oh yeah?” you wondered, forcing yourself to keep your tone as light as possible even though you were mentally trying to recall if luke had ever mentioned any girlfriend or love interest. anyone you’d ever remembered him mentioning were his three best friends, his mom and dad, his two brothers, and his dog. “and who’s that?”