Luna’s POV
I refuse to get out of the car, instead sitting there, stewing in my thoughts. That is, until a woman knocks on the window and gives me a friendly smile. I roll down the window, and she looks at me with curiosity.
“I’m Sasha,” she says, her tone upbeat. “Why are you sitting in the car, gorgeous?” She holds out her hand.
I shake it, a little confused but trying to match her energy. “Luna. I’m waiting for Justin,” I reply, and she nods as if this is something she’s heard a hundred times before.
“Ah, men, right?” she says with a laugh. “They say two minutes, and an hour later you’re still waiting.” Her humor catches me off guard, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Believe me, I’m used to waiting for him,” I mutter, and her head tilts as if she’s reading more into my words. “Forget
