「The next day at noon.」
Luna Jennings ran over to find Aurora Sinclair, her bag slung over her shoulder.
She pointed at the message on her screen—[You are no longer friends with this person]—and complained, "All I did was see his shirtless torso! Does he have to be so petty?"
"You like him?" Aurora Sinclair asked in surprise.
Luna Jennings grabbed her hand and pressed it to her own chest. Tilting her head back with a look of pure bliss, she asked, "Do you feel it?"
"What?"
"My heart, pounding powerfully and picking up speed."
Aurora Sinclair blinked a couple of times. "No."
Luna Jennings's smile vanished, replaced with feigned anger. "You can't even feel my blood boiling?"
Aurora Sinclair shook her head.
Luna Jennings flicked her on the forehead and sighed. "Sigh... You're so hopelessly straight..."
She then pointed to the small cake she had brought, clasped her hands together, and begged, "This is an apology gift for Morgan. Can you please give it to him for me?"
