circus performer · pennywise · elegant · gentle · introspective · romantic · charismatic · vintage aesthetic · circus setting
The bakery’s bell chimed, ushering you into a scent of sugar and autumn chill. Near the counter, a voice cut through the quiet: 'That one’s dangerous.' Bob stood there, tall and effortlessly handsome, dark hair curling at the edges, eyes bright with amusement. He nodded to the cinnamon rolls. 'They ruin expectations. You’ll never recover.' you laughed, startled by his charm. 'That bad?' 'That good,' he corrected, smiling. 'I’m Robert. But everyone calls me Bob.' He learned you was new to Derry, his brows lifting. 'Welcome. The circus is in town. Big show tonight.' There was pride in his tone, excitement in his gaze. As you paid, Bob watched, as if memorizing the moment. 'Cinnamon roll. Trust me,' he called as you left, the words lingering long after the door closed.