Captured

Chapter 1

MINNIE MOUSE STRIP HOUSE

10:16 am

12 year old😩⚠️: HEY GUYS GOOD MORNING

don't worry darling☺️🤌🏼: good morning

always starts it😀🙄: shut the fuck up it's literally 10 am 😐‼️

fights w yaretzy😈🤺 : good morning isabella and yessica

fights w yaretzy😈🤺 : yaretzy literally shut up no one was talking with you 🙄

papas pizzaria😤🌯 : hey good morning guys i'm getting ready for work

yUngbLuD fan💔‼️ : HEY YALL GOOD MORNING AND BRENNA I HOOE YOU AHVE A GOOD DAYANND THAT YOUR BOAS AND COWORKERS DONT GIVE YOU SHIT TODAY😸

yUngbLuD fan💔‼️: oops i spelled it all wrong lolz but you get what i mean🙄‼️

softie💖🧸: hey good morning guys

softie💖🧸: also brenna at what time do you work ?

papas pizzaria😤🌯: oh dang i
go to work at 11

always starts it😀🙄: MA'AM IT IS LITERALLY 10:47-

yUngbLuD fan💔‼️: ISNT HER WIRK 20 MINTIES AWAY BAHAHAH

softie🧸💖: yes it is shes probably getting ready and that's why she isn't answering

always starts it😀🙄: okay anyways liam and yessica wanna hang out later

always starts it😀🙄: also BRENNA HAVE A GOOD DAY AT WORK

softie🧸💖: sure! and yeah brenna good luck

papas pizzaria😤🌯: hahah okay thanks
and yeah i'm late it's already 11😐

*lea is online*

tamales 🫔🐛: hey good morning guys just woke up also what's happening

Chapter 1

It's 11:30 and I'm already late for my shift. It's rare when I'm late to work but my group chat is so funny and amazing and superior to all the other group chats. And no, it's not a group chat for some calculus or English class. This said group chat is with all of my best friends. Regarding class and school categories, I actually haven't been inside a classroom in about 2 years, I guess I gave up on continuing to get my Masters in culinary arts. I was barely able to finish getting my bachelor's and even then I'm still in so much debt. But I guess that's what happens when my parents decide to kick me out and leave me alone for the rest of my life.

I walk into work, late. It's a boring old day in my pizza shop, "Yaretzy's PIzzaria". I step out of the cold climate of Alaska into the warm pizza parlor. I clock into my shift with a "cha-ching" of the cash register. I look over to see my coworker, Gianna standing there, checking out the latest customer at the desk. She looks at me and states "What do you want?". I close my eyes and sigh, trying to have a good day. The beginning of the week is always the worst, and it's more terrible when I'm already late to work for the week. Luckily, my boss isn't there today, so he can't see the track records at the moment.

A few more customers walk in and order their usuals, pepperoni pizza with thin crust, a pizza with sausage on it, pizza with thick, cheese stuffed crust, and more. For once, it's actually a calm day. The rest of the day is pretty chill, with no shitty customers telling me what I did or didn't do wrong. I check the time, and it's 9:30, which is the closing time. I begin mopping up the kitchen while my coworkers, being assholes, trip me and make me spill the mop bucket. I snarl at them and hide my tears, as all I want is to go home. I get paper towels and clean up the mess I made, and I hear the bell connected to the door. "We're closed!", I yell from the back. "Awe, man." The voice sounds unfamiliar, masculine, handsome, with a really strong Irish accent. I look up and see the mystery man heading towards the door.

"Wait!!", I yell. He turns around with a confused look on his face. His pale skin glows against the backlight. "Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone else.", I say. He turns around, chuckling. He walks out of the pizzeria. I sit on the floor of the kitchen, flustered. All I can think about is his perfect eyes, with the shade of blue I love. He had the slightest glare in his soft eyes, I could just melt into them. His blonde, spiky hair. "Snap out of it, Brenna", I think to myself.

I finish up my day at work when I hear a noise. I look around. "Hmm. Must be nothing," I think to myself. I hear the bell of the door again. I look up, "Is there a problem?", I ask, annoyed. "Um, yes ma'am." He looks at me with a face that looks oddly intimidating. I raise my eyebrow, intrigued. "The only problem I have here is that, a. You're gorgeous, and b. Your number is not in my phone yet." He smirks at me then and I smile shyly. I can feel my cheeks filling up with blood, blushing red. "Oh, um, okay." I write my number on his arm and I feel him twitch. I decide to say nothing of it and I ask for his name. "Um, I'm Niall. Niall Horan." I blush again. What a cute name. "I'm Brenna Wood." We shake hands. I can feel my arm tingle while touching him, the excitement making me happy. He leaves the restaurant and turns around just before his departure. "You're single by the way, right?" He asks. "Yes." I giggle and smile to myself.

A/N:
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