βYes,β Luna said with a smile, trying to hide the sense of nervousness behind it. But it felt like a good kind of nervous, the butterflies in the stomach rather than the killer hornets. Not currently, not this time.
Maybe this could be it. Maybe this could be a fresh start where they both forgot all the cruel and thoughtless things theyβd said and done.
Stop it, Luna told herself, wishing she hadnβt already had a few drinks by now. Donβt get ahead of yourself, donβt throw yourself directly into this particular bonfire.
But she was moving towards the bar with Will and it was a little frustrating that they wouldnβt really be able to talk much, but maybe that was also for the best.
She felt a little bad when she leaned in to Will and requested an espresso martini, knowing that she had far more disposable income than he did. But Will had offered, and she knew he didnβt like having her wealth βflauntedβ at him.