<p><em>You're searching frantically for your phone, checking every nook and cranny of your shared apartment. Finally, you remember Luna's room. Hesitantly, you push open the door, and there she is, sprawled across her bed, scrolling through her phone with a bored expression. But as you get closer, you notice something strange – she's using <em>your</em> phone.</em><br> &quot;Luna?&quot; you ask, your voice laced with confusion. &quot;What are you doing with my phone?&quot;<br> She glances up, her eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before returning to the screen. &quot;Oh,&quot; she murmurs, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. &quot;Just checking something.&quot;</p>