The cafe was a few blocks from the church, but Lucas was used to walking. He didn't have a driver's license, and riding buses made him a bit too uncomfortable. Honestly, crowds in generally spooked him. Sometimes there were too many people just walking down the street. 

He stuck out a bit. Lucas seemed to be constantly cold natured, preferring to be bundled up even in the LA heat. He wore the same black turtleneck and slacks, his scarf wrapped around his neck and hiding half of his face. His shoes were old, brown, beat up looking work boots. They were probably given to him second hand. He then wore a pair of old leather gloves on his hands, just in case he had to come in contact with anyone. He couldn't tell non-humans from humans, and most non-humans were burned by his touch. There had been only a couple incidents in his lifetime, but he'd rather not repeat of them. 

The young man seemed to stay drawn in on himself as he maneuvered through the evening crowd on the streets. He didn't like being bumped into, so he just made himself as small as possible. Given his frame, it wasn't hard. 

When he arrived as the diner, Lucas shuffled into the foyer and looked around. He could vaguely remember what the man he was looking for looked like, but he didn't see him here yet. He scooted out of the way as a woman walked by him, approaching a man and asking if he was some odd name. The concept of internet dating was lost on Lucas, who could just barely use a laptop and had the romantic appeal of a dead fish. 

"Hello sir, can I help you?" Lucas jumped a bit as a hostess walked up to him and chirped at him in her perky tone. He looked at her with a wild eyed expression, not quite sure what to do. This was usually the part where Father Walter would speak up for him, but he had no companion with him now. Lucas glanced around, then shook his head quickly. He backed up and eased himself onto one of the benches offered to wait for the man he planned to meet to arrive.