~Selene’s POV~
She notices him on the third morning.
The first morning she had attributed him to coincidence — a large man standing near the building entrance, still in the particular way of someone with nowhere immediate to be. The second morning she had filed him as a resident, someone whose schedule happened to align with hers, the ordinary overlap of a shared building and a shared hour. By the third morning she has enough data points to know what she is looking at, and what she is looking at is not coincidence or schedule.
He is positioned at the corner of the building's external wall, two metres from the entrance, with a clear sightline to the street in both directions. He is not leaning. He is not looking at his phone. He is standing with the grounded, weight-distributed stillness
