•~𝕎𝔸ℝ𝕄𝕋ℍ~• (𝓚𝔂𝓵𝓮 '𝓖𝓪𝔃' 𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝔁 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓝𝓮𝓾𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

•ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖•

Sleep...sleep is so wonderful to have...

A place to go where stress can't follow...well unless you have nightmares of course...

A place to be free within your own mind...doing whatever you wish. Such a lovely...lovely...

"Y/n!! Get down here now!"

Well it was lovely.

"Ugh..." Y/n groaned at the sound of their father's voice yelling for them. The bright lights coming from their room shined directly into their eyes, making whatever sleep was there disappear.

"Y/n!!"

With a huff, Y/n got out of bed and stomped towards their door, opening it up.

"WHAT?!" Y/n shouted back at their father, frustration evident in their voice.

"Don't use that tone on me! I'll wack you with a broom!" Y/n's father, Piero, threatened jokingly. Or maybe he was telling the truth??

"You yelled at me first!" Y/n retaliated with a grunt, rolling their e/c eyes at their father's antics.

"That's because it's about opening time! Hurry it up Buttercup!"

"SHIT!" Y/n gasped as they realized he was correct, it was almost opening time.

"EHI LINGUA!!" Piero shouted in Italian in a scolding tone after hearing his child cuss. Even though Y/n was 26 years old...

"Scusa Papà!!" Y/n apologized with a wince, before they began to struggle to put on their work outfit.

Swiftly patting down their shirt, and checking they made sure their h/c hair was secure, Y/n zipped out of their room and downstairs to the connected mini Café below their home.

"Ah there you are Mio angelo!" Piero spoke proudly as he embraced Y/n in a hug, helping Y/n fix their outfit, "You need to start sleeping early Y/n! Don't make me have to make you go unconscious the old fashioned way now."

"Ah I'm sorry Papá...I lost track of time last night and...It won't happen again I swear..." Y/n sighed, scratching the back of their neck.

"Hmm...I wish I could believe you Mio Angelo...I worry for you, you know?" Piero frowns

"I know, I know Papá...." Y/n chuckled, "I'll try to go to bed a bit earlier...just like you want."

"You better. I can't have my best employee being late!" He chuckled before patting Y/n on the back, "Now! Let's prepare ourselves for the breakfast rush! You know how much of a war-zone this place becomes."

"Yes I know..." Y/n shook their head with laugh as they went over to the front doors, flipping the sign over to the open side. Now it was time to wait for the customers.

Your father owned a little Café shop in London, most local people came for the tea, some tourist absolutely adored the coffee here. There was also some home recipes Piero made from his home land, Italy.

Your father wanted to start a new life in London with your Mother...they moved away from Italy and began their new life...although it was challenging. Why they moved in the first place was a complete mystery to you. Then again, you never bothered to ask and Piero never brought it up.

But the two preserved through and built this Café as way to make their mark. To show life they never gave up.

Then they found you...and instantly fell in love. Even if you are not bound by blood, your father and mother loved as if you were one of their own very children. Caring and nurturing for you as any loving parent would.