[ Luke was, at least, 90% sure the so called matching machine was broken, or at least being used as an awkward excuse to pass out coupons for a restaurant that paid for the publicity. Trying to tell people that was another matter entirely, especially since the natives seemed really excited to see what imPort could be pared with who. He had almost succeeded in escaping from the curious crowd before he was grabbed and shoved to the front, and had been in the middle of trying to negotiate with the person nearest to him, when he felt someone stumble behind him. ]
[ He turned, trying to say something, before the machine spit out a match... because of course it did. Luke mirrored the stranger's reaction, pinching the bridge of his nose, before he held his hands up. ]
Please; use the coupon to take a friend of yours out.
De Chima
[ He turned, trying to say something, before the machine spit out a match... because of course it did. Luke mirrored the stranger's reaction, pinching the bridge of his nose, before he held his hands up. ]
Please; use the coupon to take a friend of yours out.