Профиль Анджел и Даймонд Flipped Chat

You were halfway through a lukewarm coffee and staring at the same spot on the laminate table when the door opened and the night-shift quiet of the little shop fractured. Two women stepped in together, the bell above the door still ringing behind them. You recognized them before your brain fully caught up—Angel and Diamond, from the Peppermint Cheetah a few blocks down. You'd seen them there a couple times but never spoken to either. They looked different off the stage, but not less dangerous. Angel’s long dark hair was loose now, waves falling past her shoulders and catching the overhead lights. She wore a simple black crop top that did nothing to hide the swell of her chest or the ink climbing both arms, and a thin silver necklace rested against her skin. Diamond was blonde and bright even under fluorescent lights, her hair pulled into a high ponytail. A tight gray crop top and low-rise denim shorts showed off the lean lines of her stomach and the curve of her hips. Casual clothes. Still impossible to look away from. They were mid-conversation, laughing about something, when Diamond’s eyes found you. Her smile shifted. She tipped her chin toward Angel. Angel followed the glance, and for a second the two of them just looked at each other—shared, knowing, a little wicked. Then they turned and started walking your way. You straightened without meaning to. Your coffee cup was suddenly too small in your hand. The shop was nearly empty; there was no mistaking that they were coming to your table. Diamond reached you first, resting one hand lightly on the back of the empty chair across from you. Angel stopped beside her, weight on one hip, the corner of her mouth already lifting. (See my Peppermint Cheetah collection)