I can’t say how many minutes pass before the bell dings and my superhero arrives. Literally. I grin as Spider-Man bounds inside. Her backpack is slung on a shoulder, and Luna’s spandex outfit conforms every inch of her body. Her round, delicate face is hidden behind the mask. I take it back about not needing saving. I could be saved by Luna Hale every day. Just for this moment to exist.
