When he first met her, he found her boring. She was engulfed in white and light. A white summer dress, white sandals, white purse; sun beaming against the back of her head causing a shadow over her face as he squinted to put together a face. When his eyes adjusted, he almost chuckled. Even her smiling face was bright and blinding. It was ridiculous. His lips quirked into a smirk, attempting a welcoming smile but ultimately failed. She wasn't his type. Luka's type