Meet Cute -

She was gone before he could answer, the door swinging shut behind her, leaving only the scent of lavender and the faint echo of her laugh.

Luna looked up at him, and her eyes—hazel, with flecks of gold that caught the fluorescent light like tiny suns—widened. Then she grinned. It was a crooked, unapologetic grin, the kind that said she’d been getting away with things her entire life. Meet Cute

“I don’t drink coffee,” Elliot said. She was gone before he could answer, the