He doesn't go to the bar to drink. He doesn't even really go to socialize, which he realizes is perhaps a little silly, but Luke has never been much of an extravert even at the best of times. He does because it reminds him a little of Hunter's Moon, of sitting at a booth in the back of the bar and watching his pack. They had always known when he was there, had always been a little more well-mannered knowing their leader was there just watching, and of course this bar isn't the same, but it's enough.

Sometimes he can't quite believe he misses being a pack leader, but he does. In a way.

And yet he's on his way out, intending on going back to the property he's renting for the store to work. The apartment above is more or less furnished, but he has a significant amount of work to do in the store itself, and he's thinking about organizational tactics when he nearly runs straight into Mindy. With a smile, he nods down at her, lifting one hand to steady her shoulder. "Hi," he says. "Yeah, Luke."