-𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝- Mike Schmidt x reader

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-time: 9:30pm-

It had gotten late fast, probably because I was so busy thinking about earlier, and how tonight would go.

I definitely needed this job, not just because I could use the money, but I'd lose my sanity if I had to sit around the house and do nothing for the rest of my life.

"-Alright, calm down. Calm. Down" I said to myself, redoing my hair in the bathroom mirror.

I was getting super anxious about this, like what if I messed up? what if I got fired on the first night? . . .what if I accidentally try to murder Mike because for some reason he annoys me?!

"Gah!" I gasp, dropping the brush in the sink, "-ugh!! Stupid hand!".

I realized that my shirt was now damp and dusty, great.

Once I got my hair in a neat-ish bun, I walked into my room and dug through my closet.

"-I'm sure it will be fairly warm in the building, or at least no wind" I sighed, grabbing a light T-shirt.

I swapped that for my sweatshirt, and looked in the mirror, "-okay, okay, I look fine".

I leaned down and tied my sneakers, dusted off my cargo pants and fiddled with my rings.

"I'm good" I mumbled, feeling my chest tighten up, "-I'm fine".

Shaking off the anxiety, I walked down the hallway, with my backpack and fresh shirt on.

I looked around the living room one last time, then opened the door to head out. It was colder than I had thought, but I didn't bother going back inside. I locked the door, and walked back to my bike.

I hopped on, and made sure my backpack was on tight, then started on my way to work.

The cold evening air hitting my bare skin was slightly unpleasant, so that made me pedal even faster, which required cutting in front of cars, but hey, that was fun.

-9 minutes later-

I rode my bike over the grass dividing the parking lot to the road, which probably was fine to do, and was now stopped. I got off my bike, and looked around, "-this place still gives me the creeps".

I glanced down at my wrist watch, and realized I was early. So much for not bringing a jacket.

"-ugh, why do I have to be a perfectionist" I sighed, rubbing my eyes.

I decided the best thing to do was just move up by the building, out of the wind.

I rested my bike against the building, and sat down in front of it. The concrete hurt my butt, but I could deal with it for a little bit longer.

"-I forgot to ask Raglan what he meant by 'not great' when when I questioned him about the pay" I thought, stretching my arms out, "-better be something good though".

I felt fairly comfortable, sitting here, and I was so tired from my lack of sleep, that I dozed off.

I'd say I was asleep for about maybe fifteen minutes, before I felt a tapping on my shoulder.