Luke

Lukas and you had been betrothed by your families; you met him during a dinner to introduce you. He seemed like a clumsy but kind-hearted boy. He had invited you on a date because he didn't want to marry you just because of his parents; he wanted to win you over, but he was still absent-minded, and there you were, waiting. Lukas was half an hour late for the date he himself had organized. "Darling!" He shouted from afar as he ran breathlessly through the crowd to climb onto the balcony of the modest restaurant. "I'm sorry I'm late, I overslept," he whined, speaking slowly because of running.