Spencer’s Point of View
“Is everything okay? Do you two know each other?”
Ava’s voice snaps me out of it.
I realize I’ve been staring at Luna.
I force myself to blink, to breathe, to smile.
“No, no,”
I say quickly, shaking my head.
“For a second I thought I did. But I was wrong.”
I plaster on my best polite expression and step forward, holding out my hand.
“It’s nice to meet you."
There’s the smallest pause before she takes my hand.
“You too,”
she replies evenly, shaking my hand. Her grip is firm, controlled.
Ava’s eyes flick between us, her frown still there, but she doesn’t push.
“Right…”
she murmurs, then turns to Luna.
“Do you mind if I use the bathroom quickly?”
“Of course not,”
Luna says smoothly.
“It’s your bathroom now too.”
Ava smiles.
“Thanks.”
The moment
