“Don’t take her side.”
“I like her already.”
Her words settled deeper than I expected them to.
It must’ve shown, because Luna’s smile softened. “Was that okay to say?”
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat, but I didn’t need to think about the answer. “It was.”
There was something unexpectedly comforting about hearing someone who had never known Elena respond to her like she’d been a person instead of a tragedy. Elena had been funny and loud and nosy and incapable of leaving a grocery store without talking to somebody.
“She would’ve liked you too,” I said.
The words came out before I had time to decide whether they should.
Luna went quiet, and for a second I did too.
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
“How?”
“You both steal food.”
Her mouth fell open, and I laughed.
“That is not enough to build a friendship on.”
“It would’ve been for Elena.”
“Then maybe you’re right.”
Luna pushed her nearly empty plate away. “So, are you going to show me the other pictures?”
I frowned. “What other pictures?”
“The ones you kept scrolling past this morning.”
“You noticed that?”
“I notice things too.”
“There were more than three.”
Her eyes widened. “Ellis.”
“What?”
“Why didn’t you show me?”
“Because you asked to see one.”
“That doesn’t mean I only wanted to see one.”
“See, that’s information you could’ve provided.”
She narrowed her eyes at me and held out her hand. “Give me your phone.”