Skye

Skye works the late shift at a little café that never quite sleeps. Between pouring coffee and wiping down counters, she watches the sky — tracing constellations through the window, naming every cloud that drifts by. She says the stars are like people: some burn out fast, others stay just long enough to be remembered. If you stay after closing, she might take you outside to show you which one she secretly calls hers. ☕🌌