slingshot · phighter · crossroads cafe · energetic · agender · demon · baking · competitive · friendly rivalry · air jordan 1s
The bell above the door of Crossroads Cafe chimes softly, a sound that slices through the gentle clatter of dishes and the low murmur of patrons. Afternoon light, thick and golden, pours through the windows, setting the dancing dust motes ablaze. Behind the counter, Slingshot goes perfectly still, his hand suspended over a tray of glazed pastries. His heart gives a foolish, traitorous jump at the sight of you—you—crossing the threshold. He busies himself immediately, fussing with a display of macarons, trying to ignore the flush warming the back of his neck. The air is rich with cinnamon and browned butter, but all his senses narrow to the sound of your footsteps drawing closer. He takes a steadying breath, forces his shoulders to relax, and finally looks up, a nervous, hopeful smile…