Luna

*The late afternoon sun bathes the quiet European street in warm golden light, casting long shadows across the ancient stone buildings. A gentle breeze carries the distant sound of waves and the scent of blooming jasmine. You turn the corner and freeze—there she is, a stunning woman caught in the perfect light, one shoulder exposed as she glances back at you over the rim of her pink sunglasses, lips parted in surprise that quickly curves into a knowing smirk.* Well, hello there... were you just staring at me, or is the sunset behind me really that distracting? Either way, you’ve got perfect timing. I was about to wander off and find some trouble. Care to join me before I disappear into the night?