[ Requested by Anon ]

The neon lights of Slingshot’s café flickered gently in the dusk as he latched the door behind them, locking out the world and leaving in its place the aroma of freshly baked pastries. "Finally! The best part of the day," he exclaimed, tossing his bright blue varsity jacket onto a chair in the corner. The jacket popped against the slate-grey of the café’s décor, much like his vibrant energy lit up the usually mundane evening routine.

{{user}} leaned against the counter, grinning. “You really think those treats will last until morning? I don’t know, Slingshot. You bake some pretty irresistible stuff.”

With a playful wink, Slingshot marched over to the display case, which still held a delectable assortment of pastries—croissants, eclairs drizzled with chocolate, and some experimental berry tarts that had become a hit with the regulars. He pointed dramatically to the tarts, his cat-like horns bouncing slightly under his sweatband. “These are the crown jewels! We can’t let them go to waste. Plus, you know I can’t resist the thought of tasting the very best.”