(Klaus x Dave) (coffee shop/ bookstore AU)

Part 1

(Dave's POV)

I walk into 'Harbor's Bookshop' For my afternoon shift.

"Good day to you, Dave," Mr.Walker, a usual says.

"You too Mr.Walker," I say, giving him a high five as I walk past him to the counter.

His smile lights up the room and I'm ready for my shift. I slip on my apron and walk to the back to get the new book shipments out on the shelves.

"Your shift is not for another 6 minutes Davie," my co-worker, Ashley says.

"For the last time, don't call me that. And yeah I know. Just thought I'd get these out real quick." I explained, rolling the book cart down through the aisle.

She rolls her eyes and walks back to the kitchen.

"Let's see," I whisper to myself, looking at the box labels. Looks like I have 2 boxes full of 'Extra ordinary' by Vanya Hargreeves.

I empty one of the boxes onto the shelf and take the other one back. Doesn't look like we have anything else for today. 

Hargreeves, huh? I swear I've heard that before.

"Hey, Ashley? what do you know about Hargreeves?" I ask, sitting on a stool behind the counter.

"They're either a pornstar or that umbrella academy thing." she says without looking up from her phone. "why?"

"We got a shipment of a book by Vanya Hargreeves."

"Oh yeah." She shrugs and walks back into the kitchen.

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After a five-hour-long shift, I'm ready to go home. I hang my apron up on the rack and walk to one of the aisles in the store.

"Here we go," I say to myself. I take a book off the shelf and ring it up for myself. I pay for my book and start walking home.

Once I'm back at my little apartment I throw my book down on my couch leaving it for the dust.

I should really take a shower, I decided. The whole time I'm in the shower I can't stop thinking about what could be in that damn book.

I get out of the shower, dry off, get dressed and walk out into my living room again. I'll wait until I eat some dinner.

I heat up some leftover pasta in my dirty ass microwave and eat on my couch. I would eat at my kitchen table... but I don't have one.

I throw my dishes In the sink and flop onto the couch. I pick up my new and awfully intriguing book and stare at the cover.

"Extraordinary. By, Vanya Hargreaves."

The front of the book has a picture of a little girl in a school outfit it looks like. I'm not sure though. It must be Vanya.

I read a couple of chapters, mostly about her siblings and how she was treated by her father. She is an excellent writer, but I guess that's what trauma does. It adds spice. I pick up my phone to check the time and I'm shocked.

"How the fuck is it 11:00?" I ask myself. "Fuck... I have the early shift tomorrow."

I rub my eyes with the heals of my hands and walk to my bedroom. I lay on my bed and check my phone to make sure my alarm is set and go to sleep.

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"bzz bzz... bzz bzz" My alarm goes off at 7 am. I roll out of bed and walk over to my bathroom.