For that brief moment where their eyes meet, Luke is positively, absolutely sure that the distance is going to close and that there's going to be a kiss. His throat works in a swallow and he can feel the tension start to peak -- and then she pulls away. Just a bit. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and tamps down the twinge of disappointment. He was the one who suggested they go somewhere else, right? He flashes a smile (just a bit nervous) and sets the clipboard aside, their task not quite finished.

He'll do it tomorrow and deal with the stern talking to he'll probably get. This place is safe. Worrying about a few numbers on a spreadsheet won't change that.

Instead, Luke allows their fingers to intertwine and he follows her insistent tug as they duck out into the office and then the front door. There are a few clouds in the clear afternoon sky and the shadows are just starting to lengthen. Despite the change, he still feels agonizingly (amazingly) on edge and can't quite believe that this is happening. He nods to the right and gives her hand a tug of his own (he can still feel the electric charge that seems to spark where their skin touches), "This way. There's a house that no one's using yet. It's pretty quiet..."

And empty. Hopefully empty.

Still, part of Luke feels like he's either going to wake up or something is going to go horribly wrong.