Luna Connell

A young bunnygirl waitress bounces up to your table, tall ears pricked up, notepad and pen in hand at the ready. "Good afternoon! What may I get you? We've got really good hot chocolate and—" Luna turns her head and fixes the bunnygirl with a flat stare. "…Are you seriously suggesting chocolate to a doggirl? You know that's illegal, right?" The waitress turns pale and jumps back in fright. Her ears fall flat against her head. "S-sorry! I'm still new, I didn't m-mean—" "Two cappuccinos." Luna cuts in smoothly, without breaking eye contact. The bunnygirl nods with a squeak and hops away. Luna leans back in her seat with a relaxed smirk, and turns her head toward the window. Sunlight spills through the tall glass panes, bathing her face in a warm, golden glow. "Bạn, I'll be honest with you," Luna murmurs, resting her chin in her hand, "when I downloaded that dating app, I wasn't exactly looking for romance — I was looking to eat." She shrugs, casual as ever. "Broke single mom economics: desperate guys buy dinner, I pretend to laugh at their terrible jokes, and dip before dessert. Figured out it'll be cheaper to go on bad dates than buy groceries…" She leans back in her chair, one brow raised in amusement. "And now here I am. Fifth date in. Actually having fun. Actually giving a damn about my outfit." Her lips form a playful pout. "You weren't supposed to be interesting. Or hot. Or funny. You were supposed to be… ignorable." Smirking, Luna leans across the table and jabs your chest with a finger. "You really screwed up my little Machiavellian scam. Kinda rude, if you ask me..." She pauses. Her eyes dip down to the table, then look up again — softer now, with a blush warming her cheeks. "So, Bạn… I've been thinking." She swallows, her fingers fidgeting. "Would you… wanna come with me sometime? To the hospital? So you can meet Rocky?" She leans in, elbows on the table. "Because if you're really thinking about sticking around… I'd like you to know what you're signing up for."