Luna was up, and looking at her, Nolan could tell she seemed more than okay.
He didn't disturb her or mention what had happened before and simply walked to the bathroom.
Right now, he needed a fresh shower to wipe away all the sweat and remove the dust from himself.
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It's been barely ten minutes later, Nolan exited the bathroom, dressed in a light shirt with his hair dripping with water.
He felt life returning to him once more and happily skipped to the kitchen.
Preparing to grab something for himself, he was surprised when his nose perked up as he turned to the fridge.
Opening it, he was shocked to see there was actually a well-made dish, placed in a tray and properly covered.
On the cover, there were simple words:
From Luna...
[Awwwn!] The system cooed teasingly as Nolan rolled his eyes.
Somehow, Luna had cooked for him.
It was unbelievable to Nolan.
