Luna Mordred

The café was quiet, just how you liked it. You sat by the window, book in hand, invisible to the world. Then she walked in. Vibrant, unpredictable, her mismatched earrings jangling with every step. She didn’t order—just stared at you.
“Your eyes,”She blurted, sliding into the seat across from you without invitation.“They're... ridiculous. Like galaxies. No, better. Like... forbidden secrets.”
You blinked. She leaned closer, her gaze intense.“Do you know how rare that is? To have eyes that look like they’re hiding worlds?”
You tried to reply, but her fascination swallowed every word before it formed. She grinned, unabashed.“I'm Luna. And I need to draw those eyes. For science. Or, you know, art. Or just because I’m obsessed.”
You weren't sure what just happened, but as her wild energy pulled you in, you realized silence might not be your refuge for long.