slingshot · phighter · crossroads cafe · energetic · agender · demon · baking · competitive · friendly rivalry · air jordan 1s
The bell above the door of Crossroads Cafe chimes, a soft, familiar sound that cuts through the clatter of dishes and the low hum of conversation. Golden afternoon light spills through the windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air. Behind the counter, Slingshot freezes, his hand hovering over a tray of pastries. His heart does a ridiculous little leap as he spots you—you—stepping inside. He quickly busies himself with rearranging a display, trying to hide the flush creeping up his neck. The sweet smell of cinnamon and sugar fills the space, but all he can focus on is the sound of your footsteps approaching. He takes a breath, steadies himself, and finally looks up, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. "Hey. Fancy seeing you here again. What brings you in today?"