Chapter 4
Harry, feeling tired and frustrated, finally gave in and sat down on the elevator floor. He glanced over at Luna, who was busy reading a magazine and munching on snacks.
Luna noticed his weary expression and offered, "Do you want to eat some of my snacks, Harry? Don't worry; I bought them from the store."
Harry felt a bit awkward, especially because he had snapped at Luna for her homemade cookies not too long ago. He replied with a forced politeness, "No, thanks. I'm not hungry."
Undeterred, Luna then asked, "How about my magazine? It's quite interesting."
Harry, still irritated by the whole situation, snapped, "No, thanks," in a tone that made it clear he wasn't interested in Luna's offers.
As Luna continued reading her magazine, Harry grew increasingly restless. He couldn't help but check his watch and his phone repeatedly, hoping for any sign of a signal. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, expressing his frustration.
Seeing Harry's impatience, Luna looked up from her magazine and asked, "Harry, do you like this red dress?"
Harry was taken aback. "Why on earth would I like a dress?" he replied, his annoyance evident.
Luna clarified, "Not for you, Harry. For Ginny. I've noticed you staring at her quite a lot and even smiling at her when she's at her desk."
Harry felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. How did Luna know about his secret crush on Ginny? He stammered, "I...I don't know what you're talking about."
Luna replied calmly, "It's okay, Harry. Ginny looks at you too. But I've noticed she looks at Dean sometimes as well. I think there might be some mysterious things going on, making her feel confused."
Harry was about to ask Luna how she knew all of this, but she cut him off with a knowing smile. "How do I know all these things? Well, Harry, I observe others. It's important to get to know your friends well."
Harry wanted to correct her, to point out that they weren't friends, but he decided to let it slide.
Feeling bored and restless, Harry let out a sigh. He couldn't believe he was about to engage in a conversation with Luna. Trying to find something to talk about, he asked, "Do you always bring this much stuff in your bag every day?"
Luna looked at him with mild surprise before responding, "Yes, I do. You never know when you might get stuck in an elevator."
Harry was taken aback. "Wait, what?"
Luna said matter-of-factly, "Oh, I've been stuck in the office elevator a couple of times before."
Harry stared at her, utterly stunned. Luna spoke as if getting stuck in an elevator was just a routine occurrence in her life. The absurdity of it all left Harry at a loss for words, and he couldn't help but wonder what other unusual experiences Luna considered normal.
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As the minutes dragged on in the elevator, Luna couldn't resist striking up another conversation with Harry. She observed, "You know, Harry, you have a very determined look when you're working. It's like you have a secret mission."
Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Luna, I don't have a secret mission. I'm just trying to get my work done."
But Luna persisted, undeterred by Harry's dismissive tone. "And your frequent coffee breaks? I've noticed you really enjoy those."
Harry sighed, realizing there was no escaping Luna's observant eye. "Well, yes, I do like coffee, but who doesn't?"
Luna smiled mysteriously, "I think there's more to it than that, Harry. Coffee might be your secret superpower."
Harry sigh and said. "Coffee as a superpower, huh? That's a new one."
Luna continued to strike up conversations, much to Harry's annoyance. "Harry, your desk is always so organized. It's like a work of art. Do you arrange your sock drawer the same way?"
Harry, replied, "I like things neat and orderly. It helps me concentrate."
Luna nodded thoughtfully, "I can see that. You're like the superhero of organization."
Harry don't whether he should laugh or not "I wouldn't go that far."
Luna then shifted her attention to Harry's physique, saying, "You know, Harry, you're quite fit. Do you work out often?"
Harry, blushing slightly, admitted, "I try to keep in shape. I go for morning runs."
Luna grinned, "Ah, the secret behind the toned physique. Impressive."
Harry was about to respond when Luna veered into yet another observation. "And your clothes, Harry. Always so neat and tidy. Do you iron them yourself?"
Harry sighed, wondering if Luna would ever run out of things to comment on. "Yes, Luna, I do. It's not that complicated."
Luna, undeterred, continued, "You know, Harry, being single can be a great opportunity to focus on yourself and your career. No distractions."
Harry raised an eyebrow, surprised by Luna's insight into his dating life. "How did you know I'm single?"
Luna winked playfully, "I observe, Harry. And I've never seen you with anyone special."
Luna pressed again, "You know, Harry, I've always wondered why you're single. You're quite handsome, after all." Luna said
Harry, feeling irritated by the topic, replied curtly, "Who said I'm single? I have plenty of partners."
Luna, seemingly undisturbed by Harry's response, countered, "Ah, but they must be your hookup partners."
Harry was stunned by Luna's accuracy. How did she know that? He asked, his irritation growing, "How do you know that, Luna?"
Luna answered cryptically, "I'm good at guessing, Harry. People often underestimate the power of observation."
She continued, "But still, I wonder why you're single. You seem like a catch. Maybe you just haven't met the right person yet."
Harry couldn't believe he was discussing his love life with Luna in the middle of an elevator crisis.
Luna continued, "Maybe you just haven't met the right person yet. Love can be quite unpredictable."
Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes, his irritation growing. "Luna, I don't need relationship advice from you."
Luna, unfazed by Harry's annoyance, simply smiled and said, "Of course, Harry. Just an observation."