Y/N yawns behind the cash register, shifting their weight from one foot to the other. They rollar-skate in place, moving their feet back and forth. Working at the register had to be the most boring job, especially when work was really slow. At least when waiting, they could rollarskate with their friends.

"Friends." They were more Lucky's friends. Y/N just tagged along whenever their coworkers hung out, not wanting to feel left out by their only friend.

Hey, maybe that Trevor dude could be their friend. He is "friendly with a smiley face." That is, even if he got the job.

"I'll have two cheeseburgers, no pickles or onion and a large fry." Lucky jokes as she rolls up on the other side of the register. "What were you smiling about?" Y/N gives her a confused look. "You were staring at nothing and smiling."

"Oh." Y/N shrugs.

"Probably thinking about their new boyfriend." One of the cooks laughs.

"Zahk, shut up." Y/N yells, slamming their hand on the counter.

"I don't hear you denying it." Zahk wiggles his eyebrows.

"I met him yesterday. He's not my boyfriend." Y/N says with emphasis.

"Damn, no need to be so harsh." Lucky says.

"Sorry, I'm just tired. I hate opening." Y/N sighs, leaning on the counter.

"Yeah, I do too. Want to come outside?" Lucky points over her shoulder. "Theres obviously no one coming to order."

Y/N thinks for a moment, pursing their lips and narrowing their eyes. "Yeah, alright." Y/N hops over the counter, following their friend outside.

"Aye, you got the trapped Y/N to come outside!" One of Y/N's co-workers, Ryan, says. Y/N rolls their eyes.

"Shut up, Ryan." Lucky says in return.

"Okay, okay." Ryan scoffs. "Someone's moody." He starts to skate around the truck some of his friends were sitting on. A couple others join him. Y/N watches as one throws a cup at another.

"That almost killed you." he says nonchalantly.

"Yeah, with your face." She replies.

Y/N hears a car honk and looks to see the commotion. They smile a bit when they see Trevor walking towards the restaurant.

Trevor looks around at the others, looking for one in particular. His heart skips a beat when he sees Y/N already smiling and waving at him. He sighs a bit, smiling and waving back.

"I'll be right back." Y/N says, not looking away from Trevor.

"Huh- oh." Lucky smirks at Y/N. Y/N doesn't notice and pushes off the truck, half jogging over to Trevor. He was already inside the break room, putting his hat and apron on.

"Nice to see you got the job." Y/N smiles with their arms crossed and leaning against the doorway.

Trevor spins around, a look of surprise on his face. "Oh! Ha, yeah. I guess it doesn't take much to get a job at a place like this."

Y/N scoffs in amusement.

Trevor's eyes widen. "No offense or anything. I just-"

"Oh, no offense taken. This place is a shithole. I'm surprised I haven't gotten food poisoning yet." Y/N says.

Trevor smiles for a moment. "So, um. What do I do first?"

Y/N raises their eyebrows. " Since this is your first day, you only have a few options. "

===

Y/N happily skates out the front doors, looking around for Lucky. Since she was take an order, Y/N just skates around, waiting for her to finish.

"Hey! Romeo/Juliet is back from hanging out with their boyfriend!" Ryan yells.

Mike slaps his shoulder, laughing. "Ryan, get it right. He's not their boyfriend."

Y/N rolls their eyes. God, the people who work here can be such dicks. Most of the people in Summerville were dicks.

"You two suck." Allison rolls her eyes and skates over to Y/N. "Don't listen to them. They just make fun of others cause they have nothing better to do in life."

"Yeah, I know." Y/N says, skating in a circle.

"Where'd you learn how to skate so well?" Allison asks, trying to spark a conversation.

"Here? Kinda don't have anything better to do in life." Y/N responds.

Allison laugh. "True."

"Ogga Bogga!" Lucky says, semi monotone, trying to scare Y/N.

Y/N spins around carefully. "Oh my god. You're so scary."

Lucky shrugs. "I try my best."

===

Y/N puts an order up, skating past the fridge, slowing and going back to check on Trevor. "Hey Trev. How's sitting in the cold counting going?"

"Uh, good, I guess?" Trevor shivers, feeling his face flush at the nickname. "You said everyone does this, right?"

Y/N hesitates. "Sure! Yeah." They laugh a bit. "Um, anyways. You look freezing. I'm gunna go grab my jacket for you." Y/N skates off before Trevor could say no. They come back, holding out their sweatshirt for Trevor to take.

"You sure?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm not using it." Y/N says.

Trevor nods, arms shaking as he takes the sweatshirt and putting it on. "Thank you."

"No problem."

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