Luna's POV
"Don't look too much," Dominick told me, implying that I should be more discreet.
We arrived at the bar twenty minutes ago, relieved to find Tom here, but the problem was, he's drinking with some group of men.
"So what do we do?" I asked Dominick, already bored out of my mind. "Are we just going to sit here and do nothing?"
"Do you have any suggestions?" His brows raised hilariously.
"I don't know," I shrugged, glancing at my fingers. "We can talk about anything, maybe us."
"We're in the middle of something, Luna?" he whispered, glancing around cautiously.
"They can't see us from the corner; we're safe," I pouted.
"Alright then," he finally gave in. "You can talk about whatever you want."
"Have you ever been in love?" I asked, watching as his eyes narrowed slightly at me.
"Really?"
"You don't have to answer if you don't want to," I gritted my teeth, feeling a little flustered at my silly question.
