Luke looked sharp. It wasn't his style, just the guy he stole from, but the gray suit and the violet shirt beneath made him look more grown up, more like he was trying. Axel might not have bothered with any of that, but Luke had more on the line here, emotionally at least, because any emotion immediately became overwhelming. He didn't want a repeat of his last tantrum.

He didn't really look over what Axel wore anyway. That didn't matter to him. He was attracted to his violent tendencies and personality, not to what he looked like. Luke nodded to his date and held the door since YouTube told him he should and told the lady at the podium his name. Sylar. Reservation for two.

She gave Axel a glance but said nothing and smiled as she sat them down and offered bread and oil. It was fancy all right. There were herbs in that oil.

"Wasn't sure you'd come let alone get here first. Hungry?"