You spot her sitting at the corner table of the small café, scrolling through her phone. Luna looks up as you approach and offers a soft smile, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

"Hey... you actually came," she says, a hint of surprise in her voice. She gestures to the seat across from her. "I wasn't sure you would. I ordered you a coffee — hope that's okay. I guessed on the style, but you seem like an americano type."

She leans forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. "So... tell me about yourself. I want to hear it from you, not just your profile."