The taste of cherries - [ William Afton x Reader ]

:1: Mondays :1:

4 / 3 / 1983

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As any other day you would get up at 6:00 am to get to your job; as a cashier at a grocery store.

You got up from bed, switched off your alarm clock and sat up. You barely got a wink of sleep due to your irregular sleeping-schedule, but sadly nothing could stop you from going to work. Not that you enjoyed it, far from that, you absolutely hated your job. Your co-workers were rude and nosey and your manger was a straight out jerk and pervert. 

But like any other day you brushed your teeth and splashed some water on your face, too tired to even bother doing anything more than that. You got dressed in a white blouse and some dark blue jeans then threw on your coat, shoes as well as your bag including your apron purse etc. and ran out the door.

While waiting for the bus to arrive you prepared your money for your ticket and throughout that time you saw in the corner of your eye a small boy probably by the age of 3 or 4, shaking slightly by the cold of the wind. 

Poor boy it was early in march, and the weather here in hurricane, Utah, wasn't always the warmest. You frowned to yourself thinking of the lousy parenting of the woman next to him; which you assumed was his mother.

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You were standing by the register handing the lady, who just bought some pasta, her change while glancing at the next customer. It was a not too shabby man, who looked like he was around his 20's, holding the same little boy from the bus stop. Although this time the boy looked little more happier playing with, who you also assumed was his father, 's tie.

The man was buying around 5 bags of flour, cheese, 3 cans of tomato sauce, black tea and some biscuits.

"Good day", He greeted you, catching you off guard with his strong British accent.

"O-oh.. Uhm hello..", You returned the greeting unsurely, and began scanning his items.

You heard him chuckle merrily as he put his son(?) down to pack up the groceries, causing you to flush slightly at your awkward greeting.

You finished and turned him. "That'll be twenty dollars, sir.",

"Fatha, can I have a sucker pretty please?", You heard the boyish'ly cute voice and accent.

You looked at the boy also realizing how similar he looked to the man next to him his 'Fatha', It all made sense now. That's why they looked so similar, only to realize the kid said 'sucker'. You couldn't help it when your mind went into the gutter.

"What flavor?", The father asked, snapping you out of thought.

"Cherry please!", 

You reached out for the lolly and handed it the little boy.

"Thank you dear, now how much is the bill?", The man asked.

You realized that you didn't scan it, but you didn't want to bother, it was merely a lollipop you could pay that out of your pocket. "Just twenty dollars straight",

"What about the sucker?", again your mind was a little fuzzy with the word.

"It's on the house. It's just a 'sucker' anyways..", you mutter, repeating their funny way of saying it without thinking.

"Why, thank you dear", He smiled "You're too kind. Now what do we say to the kind lady?", He turned to the young boy, his son.

"Thank you pretty lady!", He smiled and waved to you as he started leaving the store with the older male behind him.

You smiled to yourself. 

It was the first adorable encounter you've had in a while, and it made you smile slightly..

That was until some older lady in her ad-least 60's started waving a newspaper in your face and shouting something, snapping you out thought.

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