She sent him another passage from the book with a turn of phrase she enjoyed, but this one was far more innocent than the last.
Then she got out of the car to head into the airport terminal and collect the package. She hadn’t asked what it was and she didn’t think it concerned her. But it didn’t say that it was fragile, nor that it needed to be kept cool, so Luna just sat it on the backseat. Hermes hadn’t seemed like he needed it urgently.
On the drive back to Will’s place, she turned her music up blaringly loud and sang along. Luna couldn’t sing, but the less-than-dulcet tones of NIN’s Closer didn’t require that of her.
Outside his home, she felt the urge to just honk the horn - but it was late and she wasn’t an asshole. So instead she got out of the car and headed over to knock, quietly so it wouldn’t wake Alan if he was home.
Tonight she was well dressed, towards the more professional end of her wardrobe, in a blazer and skirt that went all the way down to her calves. The sort of look one might expert of a professional courier type.