If The Right One Came Along (DenNor)

"I've got this friend…"

Lukas looks up from his drink. Never before in this bar has a tablemate actually tried to start a conversation with him, and he likes it that way. He's in no mood for talking. But the man doesn't stop.

"Do you now."

The blonde across the table grins at him. "He's a handsome devil. But he's lonely as hell."

"Is he."

"He acts cool for his friends, and he does his best to make sure everyone around him is happy. Really though, he's just a romantic sap who wants someone to fall in love with."

"Hm."

"But I think, if that person came along, he'd make them happier than they've ever been. He's just not sure how to find that person."

Lukas studies him for a moment. Ever though his eyes contain the trace of a smile, he is completely serious. And is he really drunk, or does the man's hair seem to defy all the laws of physics? Maybe both. His thoughts aren't coming out correctly.

"I've got a friend too," Lukas says, smiling bitterly at the glass in his hand. "He thought he was just the greatest. He didn't think anyone could not love him, so he just waited around for someone to come and confirm just how amazing he was." He snorts. "Then he realized that he was just a bastard that no one liked."

"I'm sure people like him."

"No. He's cold, and he doesn't know what love is, not really. Now he's just hoping that someday, someone will come along and find something good about him, because he sure can't anymore. Maybe if someone came along he could figure out how…how love's supposed to feel…"

"They should meet."

"Hm."

"Your friend sounds great."

"I suppose."

"I'd never hurt you, you know. Not ever."

"I don't believe you."

And then he lets the man snake an arm around his waist and pull him into a hesitant, terrifying kiss.