Luna stood before the door and instinctively tidied her hair before slowly turning the handle.
With a click, she pulled the door open a crack, and warm yellow light flowed in, casting a long streak across the floor.
She opened the door all the way. Vizet was standing there, a gentle smile on his face, holding the Wizard hat in one hand as if preparing to complete some important ritual.
Vizet saw that, against the warm yellow light, a sweet-orange color had spread across Luna's cheeks.
Actually, in the moment before the door opened, he had imagined many things he wanted to say.
Yet when the door truly opened and his gaze met Luna's pale silver eyes, all those words he had prepared got stuck in his throat as his heartbeat quickened, and he couldn't say them no matter what.
It seemed it wasn't as simple as his heart racing and being unable to speak. He found that he could only stare blankly at Luna, his whole body growing hot, and his ear roots perhaps, like Luna's cheeks, were tinted sweet orange by the lamplight.
Since he couldn't say anything, then he would do something!
Vizet was a man of action. He lifted his free hand and tucked the strands of hair falling by Luna's cheek behind her ear.
He raised the Wizard hat with both hands and gently placed it back on Luna's head, his careful movements as though he were completing an incomparably precious artwork.
Vizet was earnestly putting the hat on Luna, and also earnestly feeling Luna's gaze on him.
Luna's gaze was very soft, as soft as moonlight, and he could feel Luna looking him over too.
Before he knew it, he found Luna's gaze drawing closer and closer, so close that he could see his