𝐏𝐓 | ❝𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳❞.
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Your life was never meant to turn out that way.
But the question here is: is anything ever meant to be?
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°•.various x fem!reader.•°
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⚠️𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:⚠️...
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You slightly groaned as you stretched out your almost numb limbs, being the most discreet you could. Staying in the same position for almost an hour wasn't the best idea you've had recently. Your legs were begging for a walk, even if it was just from one corner of the cafeteria to the other.
Usually, there were more people entering and exiting the café, not many but still a few more, having in mind that it's the only one in town. But today there were only a couple of tables occupied while you just chilled behind the counter, waiting for any customer to ask for another order or just to bring them the bill, or even waiting for more clients to show up, which wasn't going to be the case any time soon.
You always spent the mornings alone, you didn't really need anyone else, to be honest, you could handle the little amount of customers on your own pretty easily. The afternoons though, were another case. The cafeteria would be almost full, just a table or two left unoccupied, sometimes even none. But everything goes smoothly with the help of your coworker: Sasha, who was indeed a very good friend of yours, practically a sister to you. You got this job when you just finished college thanks to her recommendation.
Some may be wondering: why didn't you start working on what you studied for right away? Well, you had to go out of town because of the lack of opportunities there and for that you needed money. So, what do people do when they require money? Exactly, work their ass off. And that's the exact same thing that you're doing.
Soon, a customer approached the counter while the other at a table a few meters away raised his hand, giving him a polite sign accompanied by a sweet smile indicating him to wait a moment, you turned your attention to the elderly woman in front of you. "Hi sweetheart, can I get the bill?" smiling at the pleasing nickname she used, you extended her the check, asking at the same time how her grandchild was doing, for her to answer almost immediately, just hinting how much she loved spending time with the kid.
As soon as she left, you made your way over to the habitual client sitting in the far corner, carrying a pot of hot coffee with you. "The usual, John?" You asked as you poured the content inside the finished cup of black coffee in front of him without really waiting for an answer, receiving a "thank you" as you finished your task.
Returning to your everyday spot you left the pot neatly placed on a small table behind you and plopped yourself down on the soft cushion of your chair. You swear that cushion has the form of two butt cheeks plastered on it, guess whose were those.
