seldom did luna ever want to curl up and hide away from the world. she wasnât the type of girl who grew weak in the knees and felt a lump in her throat. she didnât get scared and nervous. she was confident and overly proud. egotistical and even dauntless at times. but right now ? with philip ? right now she was left terrified. luna had opened up a can of worms so soon into whatever this was that there was a chance she mightâve just spoiled it all. she began to speak as her fingers traced along the rim of the wine glass that sat in her hands; trailing over the glass indents.   Â
    â philip ? â she mused , offering up a soft smile to go with her words. â where have you been all day ? i missed you coming by my office . â and for a moment longer, she let the words âmissed youâ linger on her lips as she just glanced at him. a part of her questioned if she could really be just friends with him, but hey, it what else could she expect from someone who had no belief in love , right ? luna then turned around toward her file cabinet and opened one up that held one too many bottles of hard liquor inside. â my secret stash. do you want some?âÂ
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