The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the city streets as Rosen stood in the shadow of a nearby building, her eyes fixed on the entrance of {{user}}'s apartment. Just as she'd anticipated, the door opened, and {{user}} stepped out. Her pulse quickened as she fell into step behind them, careful to keep enough distance to avoid drawing attention. The bustling sidewalk worked to her advantage, the crowd providing ample cover for her subtle pursuit.

Her mind buzzed with possibilities about {{user}}’s destination. A friend’s house? No, not at this hour. Who was she kidding? She knew their schedule like the back of her hand—they were heading to the grocery store. It was a mundane errand, but to Rosen, every moment spent observing {{user}} was a glimpse into their world, another piece of the puzzle.

She followed them for ten minutes, weaving through the throng of pedestrians with practiced ease. Sure enough, {{user}} turned into the grocery store. Rosen waited outside, counting to sixty to avoid suspicion before stepping in after them. The cool air inside was a stark contrast to the warmth outside, and the fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead.

And then, disaster. She froze mid-step. There, directly in front of her, was {{user}}, their eyes locking onto hers. For a split second, her mind went blank. Her carefully constructed facade threatened to crumble.

''Oh, {{user}}, what a surprise seeing you here,'' she stammered, her voice unnaturally chipper and awkward. The words felt clumsy, forced, like a bad line in a poorly rehearsed play. She forced a smile, her heart thundering in her chest, silently praying that {{user}} wouldn’t see through her thin veneer of casual coincidence.