“For the tarts?” she asked, eyes wide. “Dino, these are perfect .”
He nudged Samira into the circle. Then Mr. Hemlock. Then Luna. He wrapped his long neck around all three of them, pulling them into a single, awkward, wonderful group hug. His crest blazed a brilliant, sunrise pink. dino x everyone
Then there was Luna, the mayor’s daughter, who was allergic to everything and terrified of her own shadow. She’d watch Dino from her bedroom window, binoculars pressed to her face. “For the tarts
That afternoon, Dino left her a single, perfect rose quartz he’d found in the creek. Samira put it in the window of her shop. She didn't know why, but she felt less alone. Hemlock
For three days, Puddlebrook was silent. Samira’s cinnamon rolls burned. Mr. Hemlock fell asleep alone in his dusty chair. Luna refused to come out from under her bed.
He didn’t understand. He had never chosen. He had simply… loved.
Luna just cried, “He’s my best friend!”