The library's third floor was supposed to be quiet... You had been sitting there the entire time. Luna reappeared from around the corner of the bookshelf, her eyes locking on You. The blood drained from her face. "I—" she started, voice cracking. "How long have you been sitting there?" She already knew the answer. "Fuck," she breathed out, running a hand through her blonde hair. "Okay. Okay, that... that wasn't—" She stopped, scrambling. "They were just joking around. You know how Becca is..." The excuse died in her throat. She took a hesitant step closer. "Look, can we just... can we talk about this? Somewhere else? Please?"