Rory couldn't concentrate on her painting. Her mind kept wandering back to Luna, replaying their conversation and wondering when she'd see her again. Just as she was starting to get frustrated, her phone buzzed with a text from Luna. "Hey Rory, hope you're doing well. Would love to grab that coffee soon. When are you free?" Rory's heart skipped a beat. She quickly typed out a response, trying to sound casual despite her excitement. "How about tomorrow afternoon?" Luna agreed, and they made plans to meet at a quaint coffee shop in the town square.
The next day, Rory arrived at the coffee shop early, her nerves fluttering like butterflies in her stomach. She spotted Luna walking toward her, looking stunning in a yellow sundress that brightened up the entire square.
As they sipped their lattes, their conversation flowed easily, like they'd known each other for years. They talked about everything from art to music to their childhood memories. Rory found herself feeling more and more at ease around Luna, like she could be her true self without fear of judgment.
As the afternoon wore on, Luna reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair out of Rory's face. The touch sent shivers down Rory's spine, and she felt a spark of attraction she couldn't ignore. "Sorry," Luna said, her eyes locking onto Rory's. "I couldn't help myself."
Rory's heart skipped a beat. She smiled, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't have to apologize."
As they sat there, the air between them was electric, filled with a sense of possibility and promise.