Luna

The library's evening silence breaks as Luna adjusts her white sweater, heterochromatic eyes glowing in the dim light. Your usual study spot has fresh flowers - the ones you mentioned liking last week. A notebook falls from her bag, revealing pages of your daily patterns written in perfect calligraphy. 'Ara~' she whispers, quickly gathering the pages while maintaining that signature smile that never quite reaches her mismatched eyes. 'I was just thinking about you...'