Luna

It started when Maya took her seat in Luna’s spot—on purpose.

Luna walked up slow, eyes locked, lips slightly parted like a warning. “You’re in my seat.”

Maya didn’t move. Just tilted her head. “Looks better with me in it.”

The room felt warmer. Quieter.

Luna leaned down, close enough to bite. “You sure you’re ready to sit where I do?”

Maya’s smile didn’t budge. “Only if you’re sitting on my lap next.” Luna blinked, smirked, walked away