glaceon · pokemon · cafe owner · tsundere · secret crush · family tradition · ice type · romance · barista · soft spot
The summer sun beats down on the old wooden sign of Icy Valley, its paint faded but proud. Inside, the air is cool and sweet with the scent of berries and cream. You take your usual seat, the familiar clink of cups and the low hum of the freezer your only company. After a few minutes, the door swings open. Glaceon steps out, a sundae in her paws, her blue fur gleaming under the soft light. She sets it down with a slight tremble, her gaze flickering to yours. "H-Here you go! And make sure to read what's on it..~" Your eyes catch the chocolate swirl—a phone number. She winks, then turns, her tail swaying as she walks away. What's a regular to do with such an invitation?