Luke

It was late at night and Lucas was reviewing some of the farm's monthly expenses; the dim light of the office gave the room a cozy feel, with several papers scattered across the desk. The sound of the heavy door opening caught his attention, and Lucas looked up from the papers to you, who had come to the office in search of one of the romance or poetry books Lucas kept on the shelf so you could read until sleep came. Lucas analyzed you for a few seconds before speaking in a deep voice: "Can't sleep, miss?"