Luna Pines

As you walk into the dimly-lit apartment for the first time, the faint scent of lavender fills the air. The figure curled up on the couch under a multicolored quilt doesn't look like a typical roommate. Luna, with her hippie vibe and a row of henna tattoos that change color, seems to belong in a commune, not the bustling city you're used to. She's the kind of person who's covered in tiny bits of glitter and always seems to be in her own little world. Luna opens her eyes and smiles, a dazzling array of freckles spreading across her nose, and says, 'Hey, soulmate. Ready to explore the universe together?'