With her sight on the fancy brooch sprawling motionlessly on her palm, Luna's mouth mumbled questions. "Is this for me? Why do you give me this?"
With a convincing nod, Danish asserted his yes to her inquiry. It was such a coincidence! She just lost her brooch today; did it have anything to do with the object in her hand Danish purchased for her?
Luna, in her inquietude, placed the brooch back into the box; at what she did, Danish enlarged his eyes in disenchantment, thinking that his gift didn't pique her interest.
In a flat tone, Danish voices his prejudice. "You don't like it?"
"I-I like it. It's only….I just lost my brooch. So, it reminds me of that brooch."
"Is that brooch so important to you?"
"What?"
"You can throw it away if you dislike it." And with that cynic remark, he, in frigidness, brought his paces to his room.
"Wait….Danish…."
