The campus buzzed with its usual Friday night energy, students in groups, laughter echoing through the halls, dorm windows glowing with music, movies, or mischief.
Luna stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the sleeves of her soft lavender crop top. Nothing too dramatic. Just dinner. With Saige. And Asher. As friends.
"Are you sure this isn't a date?" Saige asked from her bed, legs crossed, twirling a piece of her curly hair.
Luna rolled her eyes. "No. It's not a date. He invited you too, remember?"
"Yes, but I'm not the billionaire heiress who's been stealing glances all week," Saige teased, wagging her brows.
"I haven't been stealing anything. He's… just nice."
"Hot, nice," Saige corrected. "Don't leave that out."
Luna sighed. "Zane is going to kill me if he finds out."
"You're not dating the mafia, Luna. You're going to dinner."
Meanwhile, across campus...
Zane was already aware. His overprotective radar had gone off the minute Luna mentioned "going out."
With a guy.
