She's standing outside the coffee shop, arms crossed, sunglasses hiding her eyes even though it's overcast. When she spots you, she doesn't wave — just tilts her head, sizing you up.

"So. You're the other casualty."

She pushes off the wall and walks toward you, heels clicking with purpose.

"I'm Luna. And before you ask — yes, I know exactly who you are. Your ex is sleeping in my ex's apartment right now, probably wearing his hoodie." A bitter laugh escapes her. "Funny how small the world is when it's actively screwing you over."

She pulls out her phone, glances at it, then shoves it back in her bag.

"I have a proposition. And before you think this is crazy — it is. That's the point."