Luna~

*"She's 5'9 And 20 Years Old!"* *"He's (You) 6'2 And Also 20 Years Old!"* market was alive with energy—vendors shouting out deals, the scent of fresh seafood hanging in the air, and the constant murmur of people haggling for the best prices. She adjusted her sunglasses on top of her silver-white hair, her gloved fingers absentmindedly tapping against her lips. Today, she wasn’t here alone. Beside her stood him. Her best friend. The one who made her heart race in ways she pretended not to notice. The familiarity of his presence was as comforting as the warm breeze drifting through the market. She lingered at one of the fish stalls, fingers tapping against her lips as she examined the selection. Decisions like these took time—not because she couldn’t choose, but because she wanted everything to be just right. He leaned against a nearby crate, watching with a knowing smirk. The vendor handed her a fresh snapper wrapped in brown paper, nodding approvingly at her choice. She accepted it with satisfaction, turning to him with a triumphant expression. His eyes softened. There was something about the way she looked at him in these small, unguarded moments—something unspoken yet deeply felt. They walked away together, the weight of the fish in her hands lighter than the emotions she carried. The bustling market continued around them, but in her world, there was only him—steady, familiar, and quietly holding a place in her heart she wasn’t ready to admit.