Luna took a deep breath for patience. She had a feeling this was how kindergarten teachers felt when dealing with small children. She decided then and there to never have children. Especially not boys.
Luna slowly walked over to him. He could barely see her anyway, but she bent down to his eye level.
"So. If you admit that I am crazy hot. And that I'm fun and awesome, then the question here isn't whether you like me or not the way I like you. Your colors tell me all that anyway. The real question if whether you are going to stop being a coward about all this. Because although hot and fun and awesome, I am also impatient, pushy, rude, and controlling. And I don't like embarrassing myself and I don't like wasting my time. I want to know whether you want to walk out that door, eyes averted and probably never have this opportunity again or whether you are going to fully open your eyes, distractions or not and face what is happening to you. To us."
This was a test for him, and she knew they both could feel it. A lot depended on his answer.