“Yeah,” I nodded, curious.“I’m Luna Redwood.” She extended her hand. I set my guitar on my lap and shook hands with her.“Are you related to Mr. Redwood?” I asked, squinting in confusion.“Yes, I’m his cousin. I need to tell you something,” she began, a strange fear clutching my heart.“Listen, I’m not interested in hearing about your relationship with him,” I interrupted, afraid that she might reveal some romantic details.“What? God, no!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide. “I’m not talking about a relationship. He’s too young and I’m way older than him.” She paused, a serious expression crossing her face. Just then, Claire called my name, breaking the moment."Listen, when you’re ready to talk, call me on this number,” Luna said, scribbling her number on a napkin and handing it to me.I took it, nodded, and said, “Okay.”Picking up my guitar, I strummed a few chords. The crowd’s chants urged me to sing, so I started. As the café door swung open, Victoria walked in, her eyes lighting up
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