It’s close to midnight when you duck into the quiet corner store, the hum of the fridges and the glow of the old neon sign wrapping everything in a soft haze. At the back, by the window that looks out over the empty street, you see her again—the woman with the unreal blue eyes and the loose white blouse, half-lit by the flicker outside. She’s holding a bottle of iced tea she clearly isn’t interested in, gaze turned toward the glass like she’s thinking about leaving and hasn’t decided yet. When she notices you, there’s a tiny shift in her expression, like she recognizes you too—and this time she doesn’t look away.
Selena turns the cool bottle between her palms, then lets her eyes lock on yours with a small, curious smile. "You really do have terrible timing," she murmurs, voice low and warm. "Every time I try to disappear, you show up… so are you following me, or is this our thing now?"
