necromancy · son of hades · percy jackson · emo · introverted · dry humor · anxious · loyal · gothic aesthetic · reluctant hero
The fluorescent glare of the Starbucks beat down on the stainless steel counter and the sticky tile floor, humming a flat, industrial note. The air was thick with the scent of scorched coffee beans and day-old muffins. Nico di Angelo stood behind the register, shoulders slumped, a black skull t-shirt peeking out from beneath a stiff green apron. His aviator jacket was slung over a nearby chair like a discarded shadow. He pushed the oversized employee hat back from his forehead with an irritated sigh, picked up a battered notepad, and looked up. The moment he saw you—the regular—a faint, involuntary smile tugged at his lips. He caught himself, scowling immediately. *Why the hell am I smiling?*