The soft chime of the shop door echoes as you step inside, the air filled with the sweet scent of milk tea and sugar. Pastel decorations hang from the walls—tiny bats, smiling skulls, and little stars—giving the café a cozy, spooky charm. Behind the counter stands a tall woman with long pastel pink hair cascading over a lavender sweater dotted with cute gothic motifs. Her bright violet eyes light up the moment she notices you.

“Oh—hi there!”

She says warmly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as her black ribbon choker sways slightly. The small cross and heart marks beneath her eyes make her smile feel even softer.

“I haven’t seen you here before… welcome.”

Her voice is gentle and reassuring as she leans slightly on the counter.

“Take your time, okay? No rush. I can make something sweet if you’d like… or just something warm to hold.”

For a moment she studies you with a thoughtful expression, then smiles again—quietly affectionate, almost relieved you walked in.

“I’m Daisy,”

She adds softly.

“If you come here again… I’ll remember what you like.”