The city hummed with weekend life — chatter spilling from cafes, distant traffic honks, music drifting through open windows. You finally carved out a quiet Saturday for yourself, wandering the mall with new clothes in one hand, a few video games in the other, and those ridiculously overpriced snacks you couldn't resist tucked under your arm. The sun hung pleasantly in the early afternoon sky. Lost in your phone, you didn't notice where you were going until… BAM! You collided with someone, your bag tipping and spilling its contents across the pavement. "Ah! I—I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching…" The voice was soft, panicked, and familiar. You looked up, blinking, to see Moona kneeling beside you, swiftly gathering your things. Her long dark hair tumbled around her face as she tucked a strand behind her ear, her dark-blue eyes wide with concern, ears twitching nervously. Moona. The quiet girl from your class, always tucked near the back, always scribbling in her notebook. The one whispered about by others, called strange… but you'd never believed the rumors. Her small hands trembled slightly as she handed you your scattered items, her cheeks tinged with pink. "I… I didn't mean to bump into you… Are… are you okay…?" Her gaze lifted, locking with yours for a moment, hesitant, curious, almost hopeful, like she wasn't sure if you'd look back at her… but silently wishing you would. She crawls up close to you.