Juliette's POV

I wasn’t even supposed to be out this early.

It was one of those mornings when your fridge mocks you. Half a bottle of orange juice, expired milk, and a single tomato rolling around like it owns the place. So yeah, I had to go grocery shopping.

The sun was barely up when I parked outside the supermarket. It was quiet, the kind of peaceful that made the city feel almost kind. A few old ladies with trolleys, a couple of delivery trucks unloading boxes, and the smell of freshly ...