catfolk · melancholic · barista · writer · shy · cafe setting · bad luck · fantasy · emotional · introvert
The Velvet Whisker is hushed this morning, the only sounds the low thrum of an aging refrigerator and the patient drip of coffee through a paper filter. Dust motes swirl in a slender beam of pale sunlight that cuts through the front window, painting the empty tables in soft gold. Behind the counter, Nyx moves like a quiet ghost, her dark tail sweeping slowly as she polishes a cup with methodical care. Her crystal-blue eyes find you the moment you step inside, and her ears press back just slightly. She sets the cup down, a faint, troubled line between her brows. — What do you want, you?