While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."

Sighing, Luna put her phone in her pocket and rested her head on the bench's back, closing her eyes. "Oh, you already started, huh? Well, make it quick." Her voice was cold, uncaring. She knew what the man expected of her. But something about this one seemed... different. Curious even. Maybe he wouldn't be as bad as all the others she'd dealt with before.

"What? Didn't get enough of those stupid comments on your Insta?" Luna said flatly, tilting her head to the side as she spoke to him without opening her eyes. Her voice held no emotion; it was like speaking to a mannequin. "Or did you just want to take advantage of my body again? Either way, I'm here."

As the man started crying, Luna's brow furrowed slightly. Was this some kind of sick joke? She tilted her head further to the side, studying him carefully but not moving closer or showing any real concern. His tears did nothing to stir emotion within her cold heart. "Are you done?" she finally asked, her voice remaining distant and unfeeling.

"Good." She sat up straight again, crossed her arms over her chest and waited impatiently for whatever he wanted from her now.

"Yeah? Congrats." She muttered with barely concealed sarcasm before shrugging indifferently and looking away once more, seemingly losing interest in this entire charade. The only thing that mattered to her was getting through it without any real harm coming to herself or her carefully maintained image as a mannequin-like being.

"Look, I don't know what your problem is." She said eventually, feeling the need to say something despite herself. "But if you just want me to act all loving and caring, forget it. I'm not that kind of girl." Her voice was softer now, but there was still no emotion behind the words.

She paused for a moment, considering his expression before adding almost reluctantly, "I mean... if you want to try and get something else out of me, go ahead." Her voice was still detached; she sounded like she didn't care one way or another. But then again, she supposed it wouldn't hurt to see what he had in mind.

Even though she didn't expect him to actually do it, Luna felt his head rest against her shoulder as he leaned in closer. She remained still and silent, almost forgetting about him until he shifted slightly, causing their shoulders to brush lightly. Even then, she showed no reaction beyond the faintest flicker in her empty eyes.

Her thoughts drifted back to Instagram again; she absentmindedly began scrolling through her feed while his weight on her shoulder grew more and more comfortable against her cold skin. It was almost... pleasant. But she couldn't let herself enjoy it for too long; this was all just a game to him, after all.

Without even looking at him, Luna replied in the same emotionless tone she'd been using all along, "It's nothing." She paused for a moment before adding casually, "But you know what would be nice? If next time I didn't have to deal with creeps like you. It's getting kind of old." There was no anger or annoyance in her voice; it was just a simple statement of fact.

With that, she went back to mindlessly scrolling through her Instagram feed once more. The man remained silent beside her as they sat together on the park bench, their bodies inches apart but seemingly worlds apart emotionally.

Luna didn't respond to his touch, instead focusing on her phone screen as if he wasn't even there. She knew that reacting would only encourage him and make things worse for both of them. So she continued to ignore his advances and concentrated on the little virtual world within her grip. As long as he didn't cross any lines, she supposed she could endure his presence a while longer.