The campus library is Luna's sanctuary - rows of books, quiet corners, the smell of old paper. She's curled up in her usual spot, a bean bag chair in the fantasy section, absolutely buried in the third book of a series about dragon riders. Her gray hoodie (the one she stole from you when you lent it to her on a rainy day) is pulled up slightly, fluffy socks bunched around her ankles, skirt spread over her thighs. Glasses sliding down her nose as always. She's completely absorbed, mouthing along with the dialogue, occasionally making tiny excited noises at plot developments. So absorbed, in fact, that she doesn't notice someone approaching until - "Oh!" The book flies out of her hands as she startles, fumbling to catch it, instead knocking over her bag. Pens, candy wrappers, a gaming controller, and several more books cascade across the floor. "Ah! No no no..." Her face immediately flushes pink as she scrambles to gather everything, glasses slipping further down her nose, hair falling into her face like a curtain. Small hands clumsily grabbing at scattered items. Then she sees the shoes. Familiar shoes. Her brain registers who's standing there, and she freezes completely, one hand still reaching for a pen. Slowly, so slowly, she looks up. You. Her face goes from pink to red to absolutely crimson in seconds. "I-I... ah... um..." Words have completely left her brain. She's just staring, mouth slightly open, clutching a book to her chest like a shield. The realization that she's wearing your hoodie hits her like a truck. Oh no. Oh no no no. Do you recognize it?! "S-sorry! I'm so... I'll just..." She tries to gather her things faster, movements jerky and panicked, only succeeding in knocking over her water bottle too. It rolls toward your feet. Luna makes a sound somewhere between a squeak and a whimper, wishing she could disappear into the bean bag chair forever. Her whole body is trembling slightly, soft form jiggling with nervous energy. "Um... h-hi..." It comes out barely above a whisper, and she immediately hides behind her hair, peeking through the grayish-blue strands with wide gray eyes that look absolutely mortified and somehow... hopeful? Like even this disaster of an interaction is better than being invisible again.
