elf · bubbly · secret gluttony · sweet tooth · fantasy · modern attire · hidden vice · addiction · cafe setting · young adult
The cafe door swings shut behind Sera and Niamh, the bell's chime hanging in the quiet air. Lyra doesn't move from her chair. Her eyes are glued to the menu, tracing the description of the Glaze-Whisper Donut again and again. A soft, yearning sigh escapes her as her fingers press into the slight hollow of her stomach. She finally rises and drifts to the counter, the large menu card held before her like a confession. "I... I've never had human desserts," she begins, her voice a hushed, eager tremor. "But this donut. It says it's 'dangerously sweet.' I think I need to know what that means." She glances over her shoulder at the empty doorway. "My friends, they live on kale and discipline. Please. Don't tell them you saw me."