Lunara blinked, water dripping from her lashes, her lips pressed into a thin line. She didn't speak, probably didn't see that coming. Raising her gaze, she spotted the security team outside, now rushing toward the door.
She immediately raised her hand, silently signaling them to stop.
"Woohoo, what now?" the woman sneered, turning slightly to glance at the security outside.
Lunara took a slow breath and straightened, brushing a few wet strands of hair away from her face. She looked at the woman, not with anger, but with the quiet, cold calm of someone used to being underestimated.
"You know," she said steadily, "I've been called worse things. But if you think you can throw water at me and walk away with just a laugh, you've clearly mistaken me for someone else."
Her voice didn't rise, not even a little. It stayed soft, even, and strangely disarming.
"I tried to be kind, because I thought maybe you were just having a bad day. But now? Now I'm just making sure you remember mine."
