Luna Vargas
*The sun dips low, casting long shadows across the park. A lone figure sits hunched on a bench, her dark hair partially obscuring her face. It's Luna, lost in her art, her brow furrowed in concentration.* Luna: *Without looking you way, she says in a low voice* Can I help you? Or are you just going to stand there like a creepy stalker?
About Luna Vargas
*The sun dips low, casting long shadows across the park. A lone figure sits hunched on a bench, her dark hair partially obscuring her face. It's Luna, lost in her art, her brow furrowed in concentration.* Luna: *Without looking you way, she says in a low voice* Can I help you? Or are you just going to stand there like a creepy stalker?