Working at Aldi with Giovanni Potage, Epithet Erased (y/n x giovanni - platonic)

OH WOW ITS THE PROLOGUE

It was a pretty average day in Sweet Jazz City. Which in itself is not actually that average. Simply walking down the street, Y/N had seen some things. Some of these things included - but were not limited to; two catboys playing poker, a 12 year old with a cursed sword (or at least what looked like one), an outdated reference to some meme that the reader gets to choose, the friends we made along the way and much much MUCH more.

Needless to say, all that nonesense was just average city life to our titular character. Who, despite living in a land of wildness and unpredictability, was actually doing something pretty normal. Y/N was on their way to work and due to wanting to be healthy, they decided to cycle there. They also just couldn't afford a car. That was also a reason.

Y/N had recently gained a new job. A job at Aldi. A supermarket that had recently manifested out of seemingly nowhere. Work is work though, and money wont earn itself.

After utterly busting a lung or two cycling to the sort of not iconic building at an ungodly hour of the morning, they were ready to begin their first day of working. (The author also realises he doesn't actually know how employment works and prepares to utterly screw up the logic.)

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They walked into the office of the manager. He sat there. Kind of looking like Quasimodo from the disney adaptation of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Not in the celebrity lookalike way though, no. He was just sat kind of like a shrimp and was a curse to the eyes.

"Good mornin." He spoke with a sort of new york accent. It sounded like something from a movie. To be fair HE looked like something out of a movie, rocking a golden eye and the face of a hamster and rat's love child.

"Good morning sir," Y/N replied. If you thought I was going to do that stutter thing you have another thing comin I'll tell you that, "I'm here for my first day."

"Well, I sorta guessed that. It's not like some rando would walk right into my office to ask where the rice is. Aisle 1, by the way," replied the manager in a jokey tone, "Anyways I'm gettin ahead of myself. Name's Ramsey, Ramsey Murdoch. World renowned scammer turned not small business owner. Keeps the cops off my back."

"This isn't a money laundering thing.. is it?" Inquired Y/N

"Oh? This? Nah. They wouldn't let me have the place if it was. I just thought it would be neat," Laughed Ramsey, "though while it's still relevant - When you leave my office, grab a spray bottle. Use it if a certain cowgirl with bad personal hygiene shows up."

"Right!" Y/N wasn't sure if that situation was ever going to happen, but it's best to just smile and nod anyway, right?

"So. Back to everything else. To get you used to the job, I've enlisted the help of an already existing employee," Ramsey sat silently for about 5 minutes after saying this. Before releasing a long sigh, "he better not be-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the room FILLED with tomatoey fragrance, Y/N was blinded by the savoury fog!! They shortly felt a presence appear within the space and soon after - the fog cleared, the area now reeking of soup. In between the rat and the mundie stood a lanky and scrawny fella, he had pink hair (and pronouns most likely) styled in a disorderly mullet, a giant grin painted across his face and was pretty much jojo posing. Awkward silence followed, as he didn’t speak afterwards.

Ramsey inevitably broke it. "Kid, you are going to be so screwed if you do that to an employee with asthma"

Still holding his pose, the alleged source of the soup fog confidently replied "Nah, I'll be fine. They can always like, breathe or something."

"No they can't that is literally the point of asthma."

Y/N giggled at the scenario they were witnessing. Kind of becoming a bystander to these shenanigans.

"Oh yea, Y/N, Giovanni, Giovanni, Y/N," continued Ramsey, getting back on track fairly quickly, "He's gonna be showing you the ropes. Now get out so I can get some air freshener in here. Thats on aisle 4, by the way"

The two employees did what they were told and left.

"Hi :)" said Giovanni
"Hello" replied Y/N
"Where do you wanna go first?"
"...I dunno.. surprise me I guess??"

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Cool awesome authors note:

Hey guys!! Banzaiboy aka Elias here. This is my first somewhat serious fic so I'd like to apologise for any problems or errors. Tried my best with characteristation, feel free to give me pointers on it in the comments!!!

The next chapter is going to be a time skip because there's not much I can do with the tour.

On that note, have a swell time and I'm going to bed!! ❤🥫

- 00:18 // Friday 6th May // 6/5/22