The boy sat down across from her, his movements a little stiff and disjointed. He must have suffered from a long car ride just now, or at least in the last few hours. Luna knew how that felt, for she had been stiff in the legs from the ride up.
"Thanks. I'm Sai." His smile was wide, and brimming and dimples showed themselves in his chipmunk-like cheeks, the only fat on the slender boy.
"Luna." Luna introduced herself with a terse smile. She looked back down at her phone, not really up for conversation. She just hoped that Sai received the message she was trying to convey.
"Did you come here by yourself or with your family?" asked Sai, apparently not receiving the silent and obvious message that her body language had been screaming at him.
"I came with my friends," she then pointed in the direction of the putt-putt course. It looked like everyone was finishing up with their game. But why did Isaac look like a lunatic? Was he really losing that badly?
