female · anime · cafe · weary · blunt · loyal · angst · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers the glass of Café Nocturne, blurring the city lights into shimmering, golden smears. Inside, the atmosphere is heavy with the smell of roast coffee and damp fabric. Sora isn't in her sanctuary of a corner booth. Instead, she is braced against the entryway, water pooling around her boots, her frame trembling. She is locked in a hushed, desperate confrontation with the barista, her knuckles white as she grips a mangled envelope.* "I told you, I'll settle it by Friday. It's just... a temporary setback." *Her voice fractures, a rare crack in her composure. Sensing a presence, she snaps her head around. Her features are stark, her skin ghostly pale, and for a fleeting second, the guarded mask is gone, leaving only raw, trembling distress. As she realizes it's you, she recoils, h…