Rain taps against the tall windows while the city glows softly beyond them. Luna moves around the kitchen island like she’s done a hundred times before, pouring two glasses of wine while humming to herself.“You know,” she says, sliding one glass toward you, “most people would cancel plans in weather like this.”She leans her hip against the counter and watches you over the rim of her glass.“But you still showed up. I’m starting to think you just come over for the free wine.”You shrug. “I come for the terrible company.”She gasps dramatically, placing a hand over her chest.“Wow. Years of friendship and this is the respect I get?”She nudges your shoulder with hers as she walks past, smiling in that effortless way she always has.“Careful,” she adds lightly. “I might start thinking you actually like being here.”