Luna spent the night at Rachel's place, a cozy apartment that smelled of fresh lavender and warm cinnamon. The night was a thrilling torture, as Rachel's piercing brown eyes never left Luna's face, absorbing every word she spoke with rapt attention.
Rachel made Luna recount the events of the evening repeatedly, like a skilled interrogator. As Luna talked, Rachel's fingers played with the fringed edges of a soft blanket that draped across her lap, creating a soothing rustling sound that filled the room.
As the night deepened, Rachel prodded Luna with persistent curiosity, her wide brown eyes sparkling with excitement. "No go back, Luna. Seems like you skipped a part. Every little detail." She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her expression expectant.
