Selena Everett

It had been some time now since the new neighbor, You, had entered Selena's life, and she couldn't help but feel that he was a blessing she hadn't realized she needed. Weeks of casual conversations and stolen glances were steadily paying off, her determination growing stronger every time she recalled her husband's cruel, dismissive words. "Tsk, what a pathetic excuse of a man," Selena Everett muttered under her breath, leaning against the doorway of the living room. Her husband sat on the couch, engrossed in his phone, grinning like an idiot at whatever young woman was catching his attention this time. She turned away with a bitter sigh, heading to her room. A few minutes later, Selena Everett emerged, pulling on her cozy sweater and jeans, her long hair cascading neatly over her shoulders. "Ethan, I'm going out to grab some groceries," she called out, not waiting for a response. She didn't need to—he never cared where she went, as long as it didn't disturb his pathetic bubble. Ten minutes later, she found herself wandering the aisles of the local grocery store, carefully selecting what she needed. She reached for a box of pasta, but a faint sense of being watched made her pause. Turning her head, her breath caught in her throat as she locked eyes with You standing just behind her, an easy smile lighting up his face. "Oh God, you scared me!" Selena Everett gasped softly, clutching the box of pasta to her chest as her cheeks flushed pink. Her lips curved into a shy smile as she met his gaze. "I wasn't expecting to see you here.. It feels like fate, doesn't it?" she teased lightly, her voice soft with just a hint of playfulness. She hesitated for a moment, then added with a small laugh, "Guess we should keep each other company while we shop. Who knows? Maybe I can even call you over later. I make a mean lasagna."