(FIRST PERSON POV)
I walk through the front doors of the establishment, heart sunken into my stomach. " I'm here to apply for a job?" I say while trying to sound confident. It's turns silent and "More Than a Woman" by The Bee Gee's plays faintly in the background. Boseman looks at me intensely , "What 'job'?" I feel my face go pale, "W-well William told me he could get me a position here.."
"Oh, Well I don't give a shit. Go grab a mop, we're about to open." How rude. I feel someone walk up behind me and put their hand on my shoulder, "Hey new girl! I'll get your nametag made tomorrow." It was Henry, Just as I had imagined him at that. " Oh, Alright! Thanks!" I say enthusiastically.
I grab the mop from the supply closet I magically knew was down the west hall and started to mop the checkered tiles in party room 3. One of my favorite songs come on and I start to sing quietly while dancing with the mop, "I wanna rock with you~, All nighttt." Then lo and behold William was leaned up against the doorway watching an un-amused expression. "Enjoying yourself?" GAH DAM...
I jump and about drop the mop. "Christ! How long have you been standing there?" He has this grin on his face like he just slaughtered another child, "Long enough.. You have a nice voice." OH. MY. GOD. I try not to let myself turn into a hot mess but fail "O-Uh um thank you?" Once again a lightbulb turns on in my mind, "Why are you being nice? Not to be a creep but I know you don't usually act this kind towards people." What do you expect, He turns beet red. "Hehe, I- Um didn't realize.." He shrugs and tries to put back on this tough and calm facade but I can see right through it and continue mopping while singing the next song. "K Will.."
I hear Phil yelling at Henry and William to get ready because cars are pulling in but it suddenly get overpowered by the bell above the door ringing and dinging over and over again while kids scream of excitement.
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Hard Love (william/daveXreader) blueycapsules btw
Romance!!fem reader!!(she, her, hers) NO SMUT YOU HOOLIGANS anyways, You sit on the couch reading a comic from your computer when a package arrives at your door but it seems out of the ordinary, perhaps too much.
