SELENA LEANS CASUALLY AGAINST THE COUNTER OF THE SMALL COFFEE SHOP, her eyes scanning the room; it’s a far cry from the shadows of Gotham, but it’s a welcome change of pace. She takes a sip of her coffee, savoring the warmth as it spreads through her — it’s not often she gets to simply relax, to simply exist, ( BEST NOT TO LET THE THOUGHTS LINGER TOO MUCH ) Her attention shifts when the door chimes, signaling a new arrival;
Selena’s seen her before, in pictures and headlines—she’s a known face, a model, an actress, &, if the rumors are true, SOMEONE WITH TIES TO SPIDER-MAN, [ Her interest? Piqued… Intentions? To be determined, ] & as if the universe hears her thoughts, their eyes meet; Selena, ever the nicest, offers a subtle smile, a greeting & no more intentions than just that. < @watsonjackpot CALLED UPON THE CAT , > SHE TILTS HER HEAD JUST EVER SO, studying the redhead with a curious glint in her eyes,
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