Selena Barten’s got a bold presence and balances Chloe Harper’s grounded energy beautifully. While it's unclear if the hark super fan knows it's her best friend, they accept each other, Odd personality hooks, niche` aesthetics, and all.

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The glass counter gleamed under the warm glow of string lights, countertop stacked with watch bands and mismatched headphones being sorted. Selena was half-bent over the register, drumming out a rhythm on the keys with her blunt, while Harper sorted a tray of tangled cords.

“I swear these things multiply when no one’s looking,” Harper muttered, trying to unknot a stubborn pair of earbuds.

Selena laughed, warm and unbothered. “finally noticed huh? that’s just people dropping off the same junk and plus, every week." she smirks "Whole ecosystem of wires in this place, with our dear customers, as the baby wire stork.” she makes a cradle motion, puffing a smoke ring.

Harper smirked, finally shaking one cord loose. “Guess that makes us caretakers.”

“Caretakers with rent due,” Selena shot back, flashing a quick grin just as the bell over the door jingled. Both women straightened instinctively as the day’s first customer stepped inside.