Luna's POV
I arrive at the address Jaxton gave me—it's a cozy-looking restaurant just off campus. The place has an inviting warmth, with low chatter and the clink of glasses filling the air. I spot him through the window, sitting at a table with a group of people, all laughing like they've known each other forever.
He looks up just as I walk in, and I lift my hand slightly in a wave. His face lights up, and he whispers something to his team as he stands and crosses the room toward me.
"You finally made it," he says, his voice low but warm as he smiles.
"I said I might," I reply, giving him a soft smile.
Without asking, he signals a waiter and orders a drink for me—some kind of orange juice—but I shake my head, declining his offer. "I'm good, thanks."
He doesn't push it. He just stretches his hand, gesturing for me to sit with him in a quieter corner.
"I'm not one to waste time," he says, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. "I want you on my team, Luna."
I blink, stunned. "Wh
