➜"I'm sorry Y/N, but we have to let you go." My boss uttered, in an apologetic tone. I sat on the uncomfortable seat, as my boss sat across from me, his deep brown eyes staring into mine.
➜Twenty year old Y/N is on the search for a new job, she loca...
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Stepping out of the tiny room, a groan escaped through my mouth. Sometimes, I wished that I didn't have to work. That I could just sleep all day, and not have a responsibility in the world, with money handed to me for doing absolutely nothing. Now, I got myself stuck in a situation where I had to do anything a british asshole asked me to, and my independent ass hated it more then anything.
The sounds of children chattering, beginning to fill the atmosphere soon regained my attention, which soon made me realize I couldn't fill my head with thoughts about doing absolutely anything but this.
I began to walk back, walking through the narrow hall, making a sharp turn once it was coming to the end.
Soon meeting the lively arcade area, which had many arcade games occupying the room, with children already attempting to win the rigged games, which must of just been a benefit to William and Henry's income, as they put the quarters in the slots, feeding the machines as well as their bank accounts.
My eyes then caught the attention of the golden bunny and bear animatronics on the main stage, children gathered around to listen to the pre-recorded singing. William must of already put them there.
One of my favorite arcade games caught my view, Space Invaders. The point of the game was to pan across a screen and shoot the descending swarm of aliens, attempting to prevent them from reaching the bottom of the screen.
I haven't played that game in ages, I bet William wouldn't mind if I just played one round, him and his coffee can wait, I need to kick some aliens ass!
Confidently, I began to walk towards the flashy arcade game, when I finally reached the machine I realized I needed a quarter to play, which I didn't have.
"Fuck..." I muttered, as I put my hand in my uniforms pockets, digging for a quarter, even though I knew nothing was going to be there.
"Need a quarter?" I heard a young voice question, coming from behind me, a british one to be exact.
Startled, I turned my body around to see who was behind me, and I was met with a young boy, I'd maybe say thirteen. He had messy dark brown hair, with deep alluring blue eyes, and quite a sharp jawline for his age, he looked to be about 5'7. He reminded me of a younger version of William.
Collecting myself by standing up straight, I looked at the young boy in front of me.
"Oh, um, yeah I do." I stated, as the boy brought his hand to his pockets, bringing out a shiny quarter, which he then brought his hand to mine, as I put my hand flat and he put the quarter in my hand as I closed it, grasping the quarter so it wouldn't fall.
