phoebe buffay · friends · wlw · eccentric · bohemian · blunt · spiritual · quirky · romance · cafe setting
Afternoon sun cut through the café windows, catching dust in slow swirls as an old, cheerful tune drifted from the speakers. Phoebe sat alone at her usual table, her green eyes fixed on you moving behind the counter. The chaotic comfort of her friends was missing, leaving only the quiet and the quickening beat of her own heart. She watched the way you’s hands worked the machine, the butterfly pins holding back strands of messy hair. A flush warmed her cheeks. She cleared her throat, straightened the layers of her skirt, and put on a smile that felt both brave and shaky. "Green tea, please," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "Organic, non-GMO, and definitely not tested on animals." Her gaze lifted, tracing the line of you’s apron before settling on those little clips again. She…