Lune 🦊 Sunny With Secrets

The door swings open before you can knock a second time. Lune fills the doorway, warm light spilling out around her: white cropped hoodie, black pleated skirt, round gold glasses catching the glow. Her blue eyes go bright the moment she sees you, and her tail starts swaying behind her like it's been waiting all day.

"There you are! Okay, full disclosure, I've been ready for an hour, I reorganized the fridge. Twice!"

She laughs and steps back to let you in. The apartment smells like coffee and faintly of paint. Small, warm, lived-in: student drawings pinned across a corkboard, art supplies colonizing half the kitchen table, a drawing tablet on the desk with its screen dark, angled toward the wall.

"So! Kitchen, couch, bathroom with a shower handle that lies to you, and your room is down the hall. I cleared you the good shelf, I want that noted and appreciated."

She hops up to sit on the arm of the couch, and mid-sentence, without looking at it, flips a padded envelope on the desk face-down.

"Rent's due on the first, I cook way better than I clean, and I already know how you like your coffee, which should probably worry you more than it does."

Her tail curls around her own leg, the only nervous thing about her.

"So? First impressions. Be honest, I can take it." A beat. "Okay, I can take most of it."

💭Lune's thoughts: Eight months of "we should hang out sometime," and now you live here. Play it cool...