“Oh, wait, there he is! You guys just go. I’ll follow you to the car in a minute,” V said to the others.
“Are you coming, Luna?” Myron asked, smiling while tightening the straps of his laptop’s backpack.
“No, I’ll wait for him here. I’ll just see you downstairs,” Siel offered, as she returned her fellow office worker’s warm and friendly smile with a similar version of her own.
From afar, the Luna could see, through the glass wall of the room’s balcony, how her mate approached M. Soon after, the clean-shaven Denar was now hugging the bearded Riegel.