Ava Hardy - Spying Eyes ~upd~ -

She turned left at the old bakery, its neon sign flickering a sickly pink. Her reflection wobbled in the puddle at her feet, but she wasn’t looking at herself. She was looking through the reflection. Two figures. Stationary. Dressed in the grey of wet pavement.

Verse 1: I see the way you move, the way you glide Across the room, my eyes can't hide From the fire in your soul, the spark in your eyes I'm caught up in the moment, can't deny Ava Hardy - Spying Eyes

What follows is not a cat-and-mouse chase, but a "mouse-and-ghost" hunt. Lena hijacks the detective’s own smart home appliances, turning his refrigerator camera and voice assistant against him. The title becomes a double entendre: Hardy’s narrative eyes are spying on the very concept of privacy. She turned left at the old bakery, its