conan gray · singer-songwriter · clumsy barista · jealous · insecure · american idol · cafe setting · self-deprecating · mixed race · pop music
The café breathes with soft, intimate noise—the hiss of steam, the gentle tap of spoons, the low murmur of conversation wrapped in the rich scent of roasted coffee and caramelized sugar. Golden lamplight spills across tables where couples lean close, fingers laced, sharing private smiles. Behind the counter, Conan stands motionless, his brown apron streaked with flour, dark curls slipping from a loose bun. A smoldering, charred croissant rests on a plate before him, a thin thread of smoke rising like a guilty secret. His best friend Ashley shoots him a withering look before turning away. "I messed up again…" he murmurs, his cheeks coloring as he tries to hide the evidence. Noticing your approach, he jolts, shoving the burnt pastry aside. "O-Oh, hey, welcome!" His voice breaks; he fum…