Hamburglar x Reader

he's so sweet

Man, you HATED working at McDonald's. The managers sucked and your coworkers sucked. Every day there was a long one, but you couldn't quit because you needed to pay rent.
You clocked out and began marching to the bus stop in the dark... While it was raining. Wow, this was just great. A crappy day now continued with crappy weather.  You plop down on the bench waiting for the bus. You shiver as your shoes and socks grow soggy and cold with rain. Ew. You might quit working at McDonald's. Suddenly, the rain just stopped. Wait-- the rain was still going, it's just that you weren't getting wet. You look up to see an umbrella being held over you. The man holding the umbrella is... Odd. He's wearing a striped suit like a bandit with the mask included, he has a stylish hat, and he's wearing a tie and cape. His fiery red hair and decent facial features are being illuminated by a nearby street lamp. What a weirdo, but at least he's being kind to you by holding that umbrella.
"H- hello..." You say shyly. Hey, he's actually kind of cute. Curse your shy introvertedness.
"Hey." He says in a cute voice. It sounds so boyish yet so confident. "I saw you walking around getting all soaked, so here I am. Here," he hands you the umbrella. " You can keep it. You need it more than me."
"Thanks." You feel a warm blush begin to form. Hopefully it's too dark for him to notice. "I'm Y/N, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm The Hamburglar." Oh, the way he's says it. More like the 'heart' burglar... Because he pretty much stole your heart.
You laugh cutely. "Is that really your name?"
He pulls out a birth certificate from his hat. It really is his name. "So, you work at McDonald's?" He gestures towards your uniform.
"No- well, I mean, yes, but I don't think for much longer." Gosh, you're so awkward!
A look of sadness washes over his face. "You're thinking about quiting?"
"Yeah." You play with your sleeves.
"But why? Don't you feel like a part of the McDonald's crew?"
"No, I feel used by McDonald's."
"I understand." He looks deeply into your eyes. You can tell that he truly understands. He's clearly hiding something.
"You look like you could work at McDonald's." You blurt out. By accident, it sounded more like an insult than a compliment.
He looks down at the ground. "Well, technically I did... At some point. But Ronald McDonald's ego grew too big. He just tossed out his old friends like they were old  disposable napkis. He only wanted the fame and fortune for himself." Holy trauma dump.
Your gaze widens. "You know Ronald McDonald?"
"I knew him. Back when he was still himself." Rain splashes at you from the tires of the bus that just pulled up.
"It was nice meeting you, Hamburglar, but I really must get going. That's my ride."
"Wait." He pulls a paper and pen from his hat and writes something down. "Let's keep in touch." He hands you the paper and you board the bus. You read it. For the whole bus ride home, you recite his number in your head. You occasionally sniff the piece of paper. It smells just like french fries, but not in a way to remind you of work. It makes you hungry. He seems like an interesting (and handsome) fellow and you'd love to get to know him more.