Falling for you

~~CHAPTER 1~~

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-I was rushing to work with my bag, work clothes, shoes, and glasses in hand. I quickly enter the cat café I work at and quickly head to the back to get changed and start the day. I hear the door bell ring while getting boxes for the restock. "BE RIGHT WITH YOU" I yell. Once I finish stocking the back I quickly walk up to the register to take the customer's order. "Hello, welcome to the mini cat café, sorry for the wait. What can I get for you?"
-I'm short for a person. I'm not that short but I'm short in general. I look like a tomboy but I'm really not. "I'll get a large black coffee" He says. He stares as my cat ears we use for work, hence the name 'Mini cat café'. "Ok your total will be $6, and what will be the name for the order?" "Shota. Shota Aizawa" he responds. "Ok your order will be out soon. Thank you for your patience" He nods and gives me a $5 tip. I smile and go make his coffee. I call out his name and look up to see his face so I can remember his order. My ability is called memory matcher. In short I'm like a file holder where each file is a person that has file in my mind with information they have told me with their name and a photo imagery of their face. The backlash is that they have to say their name for it to work, or I have to be told their name and a photo of them. I can choose to forget or remember a file whenever. I never run out of space for new files. I hold out his coffee with my left hand and he stares down at it. Finally he looks up and thanks me but pauses when he sees the cat ears again. After a minute another customer walks in and he grabs his coffee. He sits down at the closest table and scrolls though his phone as I help the other customer. 
-After about 15 minutes, the whole café is packed. Thankfully my co-worker clocked in and changed in time. Finally, the morning rush of coffee addicts leave happy and awake. I slide down the back wall and try to catch my breath from talking every two seconds. "HEY Y/N! A CUSTOMER DROPPED THEIR COFFEE AGAIN! GOOD LUCK CAUSE IT WAS A ICED MOCHA!" My co-worker calls out while ringing a different customer up for their drink. I groan and grab the wet sign and mop while walking towards the mess. I noticed that Aizawa is no where to be seen. Guessing he went to work I put down the wet sign and start mopping up the coffee mess. Is it bad that I have a crush on a customer? I mean he looked nice. He had a clean suit, freshly shaven face, and a low man bun. It can't be that bad, can it?
-Afternoon rolls around and the café is completely empty other than me and my co-worker. I turn on the news channel on the tv in the café, looking for a update on the USJ attack that happened. There were 3 people being interviewed. One if them caught my eye. It was HIM. SHOTA AIZAWA! HOW DID I NOT NOTICE IT BEFORE! On his side of the desk he had our signature coffee cup in the corner. I run to my co-worker who was in the back counting the stock. I tell them everything and they were practically bouncing off the walls at the fact a famous pro hero went and ordered from our café. Suddenly, the café phone rang. I picked it up and they said that they want two large cups of black coffee.

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