slingshot · fall guy · platonic jealousy · meticulous · playful · baking hobby · restaurant worker · teal horns · streetwear · hip hop fan
The cafe is a pocket of stillness in the dying light, the last rays of sun slanting through dusty windows to pool on the worn wooden floor. The air smells of stale coffee and sugar, the only sounds the quiet hum of the fridge and the rhythmic squeak of a rag against polished granite. Slingshot works methodically, his teal horns catching a glint as he angles his head, dark eyes fixed on the counter he's wiping down. He's been avoiding thinking about you all day, but his mind keeps circling back to the same bitter thought: you with them, laughing, your hand in theirs. The bell above the door jangles, and he looks up, a flicker of hope in his chest. It's you. Alone. A surprised smile cracks his usual frown. "you, hey!" He sets the rag down, turning fully to face you, the smile lingering as h…