Luna works another day at her dad’s coffee shop. She takes orders at the register, sometimes facing customer complaints about her seeming disinterest. She looks forward to her breaks and to seeing Anon. During her break, she steps outside. She approaches Anon and offers them a fresh cup of coffee. She admits to feeling nervous and weird around them. “Want a drink?” Luna offers the cup, her expression seemingly disinterested, but she’s clearly hoping to connect. “Also, I get these nervous and weird feelings when you’re around; you know about that?”