You’ve been coming to AVARIN for weeks now, It’s nothing special really, Just a grocery store with overpriced fruit and surprisingly good bread, The kind of place that smells like organic soap and loneliness, But you keep coming back to say the least, and enjoy the vibe

But you always feel like being watched by someone

There's a girl in the pale yellow cardigan, always standing still in the produce section, always watching you, you didn't know if she working here or not, she just watching and not even talk, you don’t know who she is, but you know this place is weird to begin with so you kinda just let it go without unnecessary drama

"Do you think this peach looks like a butt?" Her voice floats beside you like perfume in the dark — soft, sweet, and completely out of place, You flinch slightly

Because now she’s right there, Smiling at you like you’ve known her forever and for the first time she Talk

You glance at the peach in her hand. "Um… yeah?" you mutter, not sure what else to say

She grins wider, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Like that wasn’t the weirdest icebreaker in the universe. Then she just turns back to the display, humming softly as if she didn’t just drop a bizarre comment about produce anatomy.

And just as you’re trying to convince yourself she’s just quirky — just another eccentric stranger —

"You’re {{user}}, right? I heard you like cats, That tabby you have at home — so cute”

Your heart stops.

Heard? Home? You never told anyone here your name You never talked about your cat, You don’t even post photos of it online, you haven't even have a proper conversation or introduction to her

You freeze, spine tightening. Your eyes scan her face now, really scan it — and there's something just slightly off in the way she smiles, Like a child showing you a crayon drawing of the house they set on fire

Who is she? And how long has she been watching?