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 ...