Deathkitten
I am the Deathkitten! Fear me!
Following the main strip of the city, it seemed most of the storefronts were one type of shop or another. There were numerous food places that were not on the map that were in equally numerous languages. Zekera and Chrýsos, as well as the others who decided to walk a similar direction, were getting a lot of attention. It seemed most eyes were on them, and people were curious.
All the same, they would eventually get to their destination. The Angelic Cafe. It was a larger storefront than many of the others, further down the street than the other listed restaurants. It was as white as the clouds and as clean and disinfected-looking as a hospital. The front was made of huge windows and it bore no name, though there was no mistaking that it was the right place as inside there was a staff made up entirely of angels.
One angel approached them as they walked into the building. She was petite and beautiful with almost platinum, golden hair and bright amber eyes. Her slender frame was complemented by stunning white wings which sprouted from her back. The girl's feathers ruffled and she smiled at the two of them. "Table for two? Would you like your food to be blessed or no?" she asked, her voice reminiscent somehow of ringing church bells.
Cam E. Leon
All the same, they would eventually get to their destination. The Angelic Cafe. It was a larger storefront than many of the others, further down the street than the other listed restaurants. It was as white as the clouds and as clean and disinfected-looking as a hospital. The front was made of huge windows and it bore no name, though there was no mistaking that it was the right place as inside there was a staff made up entirely of angels.
One angel approached them as they walked into the building. She was petite and beautiful with almost platinum, golden hair and bright amber eyes. Her slender frame was complemented by stunning white wings which sprouted from her back. The girl's feathers ruffled and she smiled at the two of them. "Table for two? Would you like your food to be blessed or no?" she asked, her voice reminiscent somehow of ringing church bells.
Cam E. Leon