There were so many things Luke hated, like the color red, police cars, and thunder. He hated mirrors, knives, and high-heeled shoes. So of course it would be just his luck that he'd be caught in a thunderstorm, in this strange, new town. The streets weren't terribly packed, there were mostly just people in suits under their umbrellas, their shoes tapping on the pavement. The clack of heeled shoes were so loud in his ears, echoing as they splashed through puddles. The noise was an unrelenting beat, slamming against his brain. He clenched his hands before hugging his jacket to his body, lowering his gaze to shelter is face from the rain. Maybe he should just find a taxi and get a ride home. A sudden clap of thunder startled the young man, causing his gaze to snap into focus on a woman in a business suit who had the unlucky misfortune of having red hair. He grit his teeth, hands clenching again, and someone said something to him, just barely audible over his shoulder. What did it say? No, nevermind. He needed to get out of the rain. He caught sight of a police car out of the corner of his eye, parked on the side of the road to his left. To his right... a small cafe. Shelter from the storm. It was quickly entered, and Luke shook his hair out, getting excess water from the brown mess. He went to the counter to order some hot chocolate, and as he sat there with nothing to keep himself busy, he stared off into space and saw nothing but red.