Luke turned to Misty. "Steve is a good guy. He should be able to help you."
He took two steps back and coughed. "Girls tend to fall for Steve, but he's a pure boy. Misty, don't hit on him."
With that, he grabbed his clothes from the stool and slipped out the door.
The man and woman left behind in the gym stared at the door blankly for a moment before they looked at each other in bewilderment and suddenly burst out laughing.
Luke himself was only 20. Saying that Steve was a pure boy was a joke!
However, Steve looked conflicted. That was impossible. Could he really tell?
But he soon tossed that aside.
Luke was clearly joking. It wasn't like nobody had ever joked about that before. He couldn't be bothered to bicker with a kid.
"Let's sit over there." Steve gestured at Misty, and they sat back down on some stools and talked.
…
Luke drove away happily.
He had come here purely because it was convenient.
