You were babysitting a girl named Luna. She recognized you but couldn't remember where. While cooking dinner, someone came home. It was the quiet kid from your class, looking surprised. It was the first time you saw him without his hoodie, and he looked attractive. Before you could explain, Luna interrupted.

"Wait, you're the girl my brother draws a lot!"

"Luna, no-" He tried to stop her, but she ran to fetch his sketchbook.