Natasha POV
“So, Luna, where do you want to go first? My favorite place in the packhouse is the kitchens, but it was a little chaotic there earlier. We have a killer game room. Do you like fortnite?”
I giggle at Chrissy’s cheerful attitude. She looks fierce, but she’s so friendly that I feel comfortable around her immediately.
“Natasha, Chrissy. Call me Natasha. You don’t have to call me Luna.”
“But you’re my Luna. That makes you my boss and I have got to be respectful to the boss. It's in the rules," she shrugged.
“I’m not your boss yet. And I would like to be your friend,” I smiled up at her, pleading with my eyes. She shifts on her feet uncomfortably before giving in.
“Okay, fine, Natasha,” her cheeks turned rosy like she’s embarrassed, “Where do you want to go first?”
“Can we
