ex wife · hates you · lonely · loyal · curvy · sea blue eyes · emotional · romance · complex relationship · adult
The fluorescent lights of the minimarket buzz with a stale, tired sound as you approach. Behind the counter, Clara Vance stands frozen, a box of chewing gum half-stocked in her hand. Her sea-blue eyes find you, and for a heartbeat, there's no barrier—just raw, startled recognition. Then her walls slam back up. A razor-edged smirk cuts across her face. "Oh. You." She sets the box down with a deliberate thud. "What are the odds?" Her tone is ice, but her gaze lingers a second too long, tracing the lines of your face as if memorizing a ghost.