Gladion didn't want to care.

It wasn't like he had noticed how Moon's mood had shifted almost immediately after the night he stayed over.

It wasn't like he glanced over at her constantly as if her face would give away answers.

It wasn't as if he thought something went terribly wrong during his lapse of judgement.

Surely, if he did something Moon would've told him, right? She held grudges over him just like he did to her, right? Why couldn't he remember that night? Why wouldn't Moon talk about it?

A groan escapes him as his hands dig into his scalp, the noise prompting Moon to glance over.

Subtlety definitely wasn't his strong suit.

But neither was it Moon's because she had worked a system to look at Gladion everytime he wasn't; to actively avoid his piercing gaze that sent chills down her spine. She was over the whole thing, or at least, that's what she told herself. A lie she had very much told herself several times before in high school when it came to him. And Gladion obviously reverting back to his less-than-kind ways played a factor in her stunted emotions towards him. The emotions that made her heart palpitate everytime she did notice him looking over.

That wouldn't stop her from calling him out, however.

"If you're going to keep looking at me you might spit it out, Gladion," Moon murmurs as she closes the screen of her computer-the most recent task: sending out Lillie's bridal party invitations taking almost all of her attention.

"Are you done yet?" Gladion asks, essentially avoiding Moon's question, as he watches her form approach him, the pile of envelopes and boxes landing with an audible thump on his desk. The smirk on her lips sealing the deal.

"First time I see you exclusively work on Best Man duties and you're already slipping."

Maybe Moon was back to normal.

He tsks. "Unlike you, I don't have experience with these... nuances ," Gladion gestures to the material on his desk. "I'm a weddingplanner, not a wedding errand boy."

He half expects her to make her leave after his comment; to disappear until the next weekend, to leave him to his suffering, but the sound of the chair legs rolling across the linoleum floor surprise him. Gladion looking up as she takes the seat directly in front of his desk, her hands reaching towards the unruly pile he hadn't even gotten through.

"It's the errands that are learned through practice."

There she was again. Moon responding softly, dryly, no sarcasm, she was working quickly-Hau's Groomsmen request cards clearly not as elaborate as Lillie's…

Gladion wasn't sure why her lack of spark bothered him so much. Why she was so focused, so subdued, so set on avoiding his eyes.

What did he do? What should he do?

A beat passes, Moon nimbly getting through everything much quicker than he would; the sounds of folding paper, sealing envelopes, and wax stamps forming a rhythm. A question at the tip of his tongue that he just couldn't let go off now cast aside for something more relevant.

"How many weddings have you been a bridesmaid in?"

Gladion's sincerity surprised even him, as he notices her hands losing their momentum, the flow she had created now gone as the inquisition throws her off guard.

He couldn't help but to notice Moon hesitates to look up, her gray eyes meeting his not a second later-they were searching. For contempt? For continued sarcasm? But even he knew all she could find is genuine curiosity- in a strange Gladion sort of way.

"Oh..." her fingers lifting as she counts in her head. "9 in Kanto. Soon to be 6 in Alola," she pauses, "I've attended many, many, more."

"...did you cause chaos in Kanto?" Gladion's attempt at lightening up the mood was met with Moon chucking a crumpled piece of paper at him. The reaction was to be expected, her aim wasn't as it smacked his forehead as if on target.

"I am an angel," Moon responds bitterly, Gladion nearly forgetting to look annoyed at the ambush as he holds back a laugh—Moon's mouth pouting the reason for it.

"Pretty sure you're the devil."

"Not to everyone else," she mutters as she goes back to doing Gladion's task, this time her eyes not even needing to look down as she folds another paper perfectly. "Besides, without me you would have to worry your pretty little blonde head over the dancing too-"

But as soon as her sentence leaves her mouth she sees Gladion stiffen in his seat. It was almost as if Gladion didn't realize-

"You didn't know I was a choreographer, huh?"

A pause.

"You know...a professional dancer?"

A quick and sudden movement towards his holy grail, The Binder.

Gladion's frame hovers over his desk, his fingers frantically flips through the laminated pages. Cakes...candles...corsages...dancing. Dancing . And it was there. Clear as day, Alola, once again proving that the community was indeed small.

Moonlight Dance Studios

Cheesy...straight to the point… "you're in the business?" Gladion whispers, mostly to himself, but the small space they sat in didn't leave much room for secrets.

"Arceus we might as well play 20 questions now," Moon responds with an eye roll, Gladion falling into his chair. "And for your information, it's not exclusively weddings, but my services have been requested more often than not."

"And here I thought you just knew everyone," Gladion says relievedly, Moon's popularity now more tangible, more understandable. He grabs a nearby water bottle, "your wedding dates must have fun dancing with you then." It was an offhand comment, not much reasoning behind it, but he watches Moon's face pale. Her usually quick quips replaced with stutters and a nervousness he didn't know possible.

"I..I've never taken a date to a wedding...or anywhere..." Moon mumbles, Gladion's choking prompting Moon to only grow more irritated. Countless weddings, has the region in the palm of her hand.

"Everyone's favorite person..." Moon glares as he begins speaking, well aware of what he was insinuating. A favorite to everyone, buthim. "—has never dated," he finishes with almost a shocked chuckle. "Weddings are literally pools of single men and women waiting for their next target, and you attend all of them! Explain the logic behind that."

Moon shrugs, noticing Gladion lean into his chair in complete disbelief.

"I'm just waiting for the right person?"

She clearly didn't believe it and neither did he.

"Bullshit."

Moon's brow furrows at the quick call out, Gladion just smirking at her. "Moon, I make weddings happen. I know for a fact everysingle person in attendance always wants to find love, you are no exception." The assumption, was very much correct, but Moon refused to give him the satisfaction instead choosing to cross her arms angrily across her chest, an exasperated sigh escaping her.

"This probably means you haven't had your first kiss yet either, huh?"

Moon stiffens, of all things he had to say…

"You're a wedding expert, not a relationship one," Moon defends, her head turning away defiantly, but the action in itself proved Gladion very, very, right. He leans forward and she automatically leans back, her mind trying to not race back to last week.

"You just finished folding invites to Hau's groomsmen, one of them could very much be your date."

Moon stands up on instinct. There was no way he meant himself; the teasing tone, the smirk on his face, the glint in his eye, the dreaded chuckle that escapes him...

But by Arceus did Moon wish he did.

"Or you could be my date."

Moon swears the moment Gladion got derailed, was the moment she forgot to realize what she just blurted out. His sentence cutting short, Moon impetuousness hitting her. It was out-it was out-it was out- "I'm joking," Moon quickly interjects, waving all insinuations off as Gladion comes to. But when she begins to dismiss herself—mumbling about seeing him next week, he notices something strange.

It happened after another nervous giggle, her back almost fully turned away from him when he sees her fingers delicately tuck a strand of hair behind her ear—the action revealing a hidden pinkish hue on her freckled cheeks.

For the first time ever did Gladion think that Moon looked cute.