I smiled. “You like what you see?”
Luna rolled her eyes, but the smile pulling at her mouth gave her away.
“See, this is why people shouldn’t compliment you.”
“You didn’t compliment me.”
“I was thinking about it.”
“What stopped you?”
“You started talking.”
I laughed, and she turned back inside to grab her bag from a small table near the door.
It gave me my first real glimpse into her apartment. I couldn’t see much, only part of the living room and a bookshelf against the far wall that looked full enough to surprise absolutely no one.
It looked like her.
I didn’t know why that thought made me smile.
She slipped the strap of her bag over her shoulder as she stepped back into the hallway and pulled the door closed behind her.
“You ready?”
“I’ve been ready.”
Her eyes narrowed as she locked the door. “You got here early.”
“One minute.”
“Early is early.”
“I stayed in the truck.”
“That doesn’t make you less early.”
“It means I followed instructions.”
She turned to look at me. “That is not what following instructions means.”
“I didn’t knock before 8:55, did I?”
She shook her head and started toward the stairs.
I fell into step beside her, smiling when I heard her mumble something under her breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s twice you’ve had nothing to say this morning.”
“And somehow you keep finding something to say.”
“Balance.”
She laughed as we reached the stairs, and I followed her down toward the parking lot.