little revelations

So first of all:
I'm really sorry that it took a little longer! I was absolutely sure that I would get it done quickly, but I just got stuck at one point and just couldn't get any further. But I finally made it: D
I also wanted to apologize for a couple of mistakes in the last chapter that I somehow constantly escaped, such as: B. that Lucera is Spanish and not Italian ... embarrassing: D
I will do my best so that it doesn't happen again!
But now to the chapter:

"We're running out of time," said the girl behind the counter and let her legs dangle from the high bar stool while he took the next wet glass from the shelf, dried it with the blue and white checked tea towel and put it back in its place on the marble shelf . Each of his movements was so precisely aligned and smoothly executed that he could almost pass as a Lunaris. If it weren't for the black hair and blood-red eyes. She had often spoken to him about his eyes. But he had always distracted and since he obviously didn't like the subject very much, she had left it at that until now.
"Let me summarize: We know that we are looking for something and that we could find clues about it in Paris, which is not really much for a month of intensive research," added Valentina, stirring the ice cubes in her glass of cola with her straw around that stood in front of her.
Zane took the last glass, dried it off, then leaned over the counter to her. Dark spices. Her scent wafted around her, which she thought smelled better than any perfume or deodorant. And at that moment she thanked her for her sensitive nose. He pushed the hem of his work shirt over his upper arm, revealing his tattoo.
"Read it to me," he whispered with a carefully considered stern undertone.
"Dum spiro spero."
"Translate it."
She sighed but did what he wanted "As long as I breathe, I hope."
His smile infected her when he asked, "So what does that tell us?"
"Vive la France! Paris we are coming." she said with a grin. He always did. Whenever she began to have doubts, he managed to give her new courage in this way. And normally not everyone could do that. Valentina thanked him very much for that, but she hadn't said it out loud yet. What exactly was preventing her from doing so, however, she could not name.
Zane went back to work, took a note from the waitress and mixed the listed cocktails with little effort. It's hard to believe he's only been working in the bar for a week, thought Valentina. But if his words were to be believed, it was only logical that he had often worked in bars. And certainly not just there, because the man worked wherever he went. And since it didn't hold him anywhere for more than two months, he had a lot of work experience that made him attractive to any employer who did not know about his love of freedom.Valentina fished an ice cube out of the glass with the help of her straw and quickly put it in her mouth. No sooner had he touched her tongue than the aching numbness spread. But it helped her to concentrate and not be constantly distracted by Zane. Because for months she had a restlessness in her, an escape reflex that got stronger and stronger and forced her to look for security that she could not find. Just as the explanation for this phenomenon was absent from her. And that annoyed her, made her angry and ultimately ... to tell strangers what she was. A Lunaris. Which in today's world, thanks to the stubborn mentality of the population, is a difficult admission. It was known that the Lunaris lived among humans, but they were skilfully ignored. So she was damn lucky that Zane was more interested than shocked by her slip of the truth.
He'd run a hand through his thick black hair that day, let himself fall back against the back of the park bench, and studied it. After a few minutes, much to Valentina's astonishment, he had not started to insult her but to ask her questions. They sat for hours in the little park where he spoke to them and talked. But the next day she realized her mistake when she woke up in her shabby little hotel room. She cursed herself for betraying so much about herself to someone she had only known for a few hours, that she would most likely never see again. Damn it, as an IT genius she was able to see through computer systems in no time at all, but got weak when a handsome boy made her eyes beautiful? If that wasn't damn irony. But it turned out differently. Zane was standing in front of her hotel the next morning and wanted to know more about Lunaris. Know more about you. That was almost a month ago now.
She sighed, knowing full well that such coincidences only had a future in films. A cheesy future that she somehow still wished for.
... And now she felt like an idiot. She quickly shook off the thoughts, rolled her eyes at her strange behavior lately and tried to fish the next ice cube out of the glass. Maybe distraction was better for her than concentration right now.
"Are you hungry, little one?", Zane asked and watched her skeptically. "You won't get full from ice cubes. The celebrities only invented that so you could praise their discipline."
"What you don't say!" She replied, mock astonishment. "I'm just a little bored."
A quick glance at his watch followed. "I still have an hour's shift. You can already go for a walk. I'll call when I'm done here."
She nodded, straightened her dress and pulled her coat on before stepping out.It's getting cold,she thought as she joined the hustle and bustle on the promenade.

Shane Westlake looked in the refrigerator and at the sight with his teeth. Except for a rotten tomato, a yoghurt which, according to the date, deserved a place in the garbage with the tomato tomorrow, and a package of cheese there was nothing to be found that was edible or inedible. This is what happened when, as a student, you constantly ate in the cafeteria or ate cans of ravioli at home. Guests had drawn the short straw. Resigned, he slammed the refrigerator door and leaned against the device. At least the damn thing was good for that purpose.
“How about if we have breakfast somewhere else?” He called to the girl in the living room “I invite you.” When she didn't answer, he slurped over with his green fluffy slippers. She was pulling the sweatshirt over her head and looked thoughtful. It took a while before she finally nodded in agreement.
"Good. I'm just changing my clothes quickly," he said with a smile.

She thought the café was nice. American fifties diner look,Little RichardwithTutti Fruttiin the background, now the only thing missing was the waitress in roller skates, which she didn't do and which Lucera found somehow disappointing. But it felt strange anyway to go to such a public place after yesterday evening, even if no further storms were predicted on the radio and it was assured that the electricity was available everywhere again.
The squeaky red lacquer bench on which she was crouching made inappropriate noises with every movement, which is why she sat even stiffer than usual. After Shane had ordered breakfast for both of them, he leaned back on his bench across from her and looked at her as he has done the whole time Time did. For some reason which was a mystery to Lucera, he always knew how to deal with her. Which on the one hand was a nice change, but on the other hand Lucera was more skeptical about him.
"So," he began carefully. "So your name is Lucera."
She nodded.
"I'm Shane."
Another nod.
"You're not exactly talkative," he insinuated to her. But she had to admit it was true. It had been back then. As a child. But she hasn't been for a long time. No longer a child and no longer talkative.
She shrugged.
He sniffed briefly. His eyes wandered around the room for help. But he caught himself again relatively quickly, cleared his throat and continued: "Where did we stop yesterday?"
Lucera knew exactly. She had revealed to him that she was a Lunaris. And how did he react? He got up, got her blanket and pillow and said it was time to sleep. She had been damned uncomfortable and she had planned to run away at night when he was sleeping. But instead of him, she fell asleep first.And now they were sitting here. Again she shrugged her shoulders and sought a distraction to which the card in the holder on the table became. He should think that she didn't care how he reacted. But the truth was, it fucking did that. Even if she didn't understand exactly why. After all, she had only known him since last night!
He bit his lip briefly, leaned over the table and whispered: "Listen, I have nothing against Lunaris. For me you are simply beings who populate the earth. Just as we humans, animals and the sky knows one more thing, do. "
Was it too much to ask someone to say "A Lunaris? I'm freaking out! I love Lunaris!"
Probably,thought Lucera. After all, she hadn't heard that once in the seventeen years she had lived. It seemed from her expression that she was extremely dissatisfied.
"I'm sorry, but that's just my opinion.", He pointed out and leaned back again. The squeak of the bench made her jump. Before the uncomfortable silence could spread, he tried to distract. "What you did yesterday to protect yourself, I mean that flicker around you, was that your ability? If the part is true, I'm not really fit in the Lunaris area."
She nodded, put the card aside, and tucked her hands on her lap. "Sí, the part is true. Lunaris have abilities. That's because we're so physically inferior to you. A bad attempt at balance."
"And you make shields?"
The corners of her mouth twitched up. "No, that's a way to use my ability. I control wind. Yesterday I compressed the air around me enough that it could act like a shield."
Shane seemed visibly impressed. "And how is it that you have such abilities?"
That was a good question, and she didn't have the right answer herself. "Um, so some say we were descended from the moon. That is why