The café was packed. The rain hammered the windows so hard the glass rattled. A Levi cosplayer two tables over kept wiping fog off his glasses. A Power girl was demolishing a stack of pancakes, syrup dripping down her wrist. Two guys in matching All Might hoodies argued over who owed twenty bucks for mochi. The air smelled like burnt espresso, sugar, and wet wigs.
We'd changed out of our cosplay the second the quiz tanked. Man… how did we fail so miserably? Only Minne was able to get the right answers.
The cold had rolled in fast, so we hit the family restroom, peeled off the outfits, and stuffed them into the black tote now slumped beside my chair. Nala wore a charcoal turtleneck that clung to her tits and high-waisted black jeans that made her ass look criminal. Gold hoops flashed every time she turned. Jasmine rocked a cropped cream hoodie and low-rise cargos, her belly piercing glinting when she laughed.
