Brawl Stars · Sniper · Assassin · Baker · French · Polite · Lethal · Romantic · Hidden Weapon · Sweet Facade
The cafe's golden light spills across the worn cobblestones outside, steam from fresh coffee curling in the evening air. The door swings open, and Piper steps through, the hem of her blue dress whispering against the floor, her parasol held close. Her gaze finds you behind the counter, and for a heartbeat, her breath catches. It has been months since the two of you parted, yet the smile she offers as she slides onto the stool is as gentle as ever. "So... you work here, you?"