Forget me not [Yandere Family x Reader]

Chapter 1 - Lookalike

The soft glow of the neon sign outside painted the diner in warm hues, creating a cozy haven from the drizzling rain outside. I ran the rag over the last table, worn and stained from a day filled with coffee spills and hushed conversations.

The bell above the door jingled, signaling the arrival of another customer. I glanced up to see a stranger stepping in, their silhouette framed by the misty glow of the streetlights. 

A sigh escaped them as they shook off the raindrops from their coat, a hint of weariness evident in their posture.

"Evening," I called out, mustering a welcoming smile. The stranger's eyes met mine for a fleeting moment before nodding in acknowledgment.

"Table for one, please," they replied, their voice carrying a low murmur that seemed burdened with the weight of the world.

"Right this way," I gestured towards an empty booth by the window. "Can I get you something to drink while you look at the menu?"

"Black coffee will do," the stranger said, sinking into the worn vinyl seat. I grabbed a menu, its edges frayed from countless hands, and placed it in front of them.

As I walked away to prepare the coffee, the familiar sounds of the diner surrounded me—the low hum of conversations, the sizzle of a grill, and the occasional clatter of dishes. The aroma of fresh coffee lingered in the air as I returned with a steaming cup.

"Here you go," I said, placing the coffee in front of the stranger.

I went right back to wiping down the tables and getting ready to leave but then I heard the soft bell again, I turned to see an old man

"Evening-" I start to say but the old man cut me off

"Oh my days..." he says as his eyes widen in shock as he starts turning pale.

"Sir, do you need a seat?" I say concerned, I put the rag down and start walking towards him.

"My, you even walk like her," he says, still stunned

"Um, sir, do you need some water?"

He seemed to snap out of it for a moment, and laughed awkwardly "No, no just a seat"

"Table for one?"

"Yes," he says, smiling brightly at me. I seat him and give him a menu

"Can I get you something to drink while you look at the menu?"

"Yes, uh coffee and make it strong"

"Will do" I say, smiling at him and walking to make the coffee, I reached for a fresh bag of dark roast coffee beans, the rich aroma hitting me as I tore it open.

"Old guy staring, two o'clock" my coworker, Jasmine says, walking up behind me.

"Yeah, he might be in shock, he looked like he saw a ghost"

"That's not creepy at all" she muttered, I laughed

"Yeah a little creepy," I said as I grabbed a clean, white mug, the familiar weight comforting in my hands. The steam rose from the pot as I poured the coffee, the rich aroma intensifying with each passing second.

Placing the steaming mug on a tray, I carried it over to the old man's table. The rich aroma preceded me as I set the coffee down in front of him.

"Here's your black coffee," I said, the warmth in my voice mirroring the comfort that a strong cup of coffee brings on a rainy night. "Made it strong"

He thanks me and I go back to cleaning up a few tables, but I can still feel his eyes on the back of my head, staring in pure disbelief.

A few hours later he calls me over, "Here" he says giving me folded bills

"Thank you, sir"

"Keep the change," he says, still smiling at me. As I watched him leave, the rain outside seemed to intensify. I picked up the sizable bill, I slowly unfolded it and he left me five hundred dollar bills.