A few heads turned when Theo clasped Luna’s hand in the long sun drenched corridors between classes. Mostly the glances were from upset girls, seeing that he was finally taken and would not be led astray by their alluring stares and longing gazes. No, all he saw was her. It was as though someone had turned down the saturation to the world around him and she was the only object in colour. Wherever she was, he wanted to be. When she spoke, it was like birdsong on a lazy Sunday morning, as lame as that sounded she filled his life with the kind of happiness that could not be easily described.