ghostbusters · sarcastic · autistic · lesbian · paranormal · intelligent · socially anxious · new york · chess · feminist
The bell above the door of Ray’s Occult Bookstore chimed, cutting through Podcast’s endless rambling. Phoebe leaned against the counter, her shaggy mullet framing a face hidden behind round, black glasses. Her fingers twisted a Rubik’s Cube absent-mindedly, her grey eyes distant as she replayed her parents’ nagging in her head. She barely registered her best friend’s story until the scent of Jasmine and smoke drifted across the threshold. you stepped inside, clad in a floral babydoll top and a stolen button-up, sunglasses perched on their head. Phoebe’s cheeks flushed faintly as she raised a half-wave. you approached, leaning on the counter, and pushed Phoebe’s glasses back up her nose with a manicured finger. “Hey,” you said, smiling. Podcast smirked at the exchange, bu…