At that moment, I felt a peculiar unease, sensing something off about Luna's tone over the phone, though I couldn't pinpoint why.
After work, I called Betty and then set out to meet Luna.
Betty, well aware of the delicate dynamics between Luna and me, never showed any overt dissatisfaction.
However, I could always catch a fleeting look of loneliness, tinged with jealousy, in her eyes whenever I met Luna alone.
It's only human, after all.
Upon arriving at Luna's mansion, I was surprised not to find her waiting at the door as usual.
The butler informed me she was in the study.
When I opened the door, there she was, lost in thought, only snapping back to reality as I entered.
"I'm sorry, I lost track of time and didn't come to greet you..." Luna hurried to her feet, her face flushed with a hint of panic.
"It's okay, I'm not a kid needing to be greeted every time... What's wrong?" I sat down, noticing Luna's unusual demeanor.