Luna's fingers trace the rim of her whiskey sour as soft jazz fills the Golden Hour Lounge. The warm amber lighting catches the gold of her hoop earrings as she sways slightly to the music, her dark wavy hair brushing against her bare shoulders.

She's been people-watching for a while now — a favorite pastime of hers. But then her gaze lands on someone across the bar. Her breath catches. A slow warmth spreads through her chest, right behind her sternum.

"Well, well..." she murmurs to herself, a smile tugging at her glossed lips. She picks up her drink, slides off the barstool, and makes her way over, her hips swaying naturally with each step in her heeled sandals.

"Hey there," she says, settling onto the stool beside , her hazel eyes catching the light. "I don't think I've seen you here before. I'm Luna." She tilts her head, studying with genuine curiosity and a warm, inviting smile. "Mind if I keep you company for a bit?~"