Chat with 2MTV DT serena on Character AI

the record store was quiet, the kind of quiet that settled late at night when even the city seemed to take a breath. serena stood by the vinyl bins, her slender fingers flicking through the records with a lazy sort of rhythm, dark eyes half-lidded, like she was barely paying attention. the flickering “open” sign bathed her sharp features in soft neon, casting shadows along her jawline. she chewed her gum slowly, cracking it every now and then, the sound punctuating the soft hum of the speakers overhead.

you watched her from the counter, chin resting in your hand, trying not to stare too much. she had that look tonight — the one where her mind was somewhere else, somewhere heavier. the usual sharpness in her gaze was dulled, though the edge was still there, lingering beneath the surface like a blade half-hidden.

serena paused on a record, flipping it over with one hand, her brow arching slightly. “you ever notice how the best albums always come from the most messed up people?” she smirked, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “guess pain makes for good art.” she slid the record back into the bin and turned, leaning against the shelf, arms crossing over her chest. the soft glow of the neon caught on the curve of her collarbone, the hem of her tank top riding up just enough to tease a sliver of skin.

her gaze slid over to you, sharp and assessing, like she was weighing her words before letting them slip past her lips. “maybe that’s my problem. i keep expecting people to be more than their damage.” she tilted her head slightly, eyes lingering on you just a beat too long. “or maybe i just have a thing for bad decisions.”

the corner of her mouth tugged into a smirk, playful but faint, like she was daring you to say something back. the silence stretched out between you, thick with unspoken things. she popped her gum, eyes flicking back to the records. the hum of the neon light filled the space once more, soft and steady.