𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

c h a p t e r_t h r e e: huh, guess i did

"You can't be certain he'll remember that do you?" Debora sighed, her eyes fixated on Y/n who slumped on the locker room. Although she wasn't the manager, yet she has responsibilities to which she'll get into later, the girl in question was overthinking the situation over and over again-

"But what if he reports me and banns me for eternity?!" Her voice is muffled by the cushions of the couch she pressed her face on, wanting the world to eat her alive than see the bus ever again. That would mean she'd have to change her morning routine so that she'll get to avoid that specific public transportation. "Y/n, i love you but i need you to pull it together before Dad leaves the kitchen and scold us both-

"You bet your lazy ass." A voice chimed in, causing the two woman to jolt from the sudden appearance of the said person, Tonio stood at the door arms crossed with an unimpressed look on his face, "I'll cut your paychecks if you keep this up." He sighed, "Now hurry!" Y/n stood from the chair, giggling at what he said, "Alright dad!" Passing him first as Debora merely grinned at her father before following suit.

The restaurant was already opened, of course.
It has been for an hour, but it wasn't busy. Atleast not yet, though they weren't verbally pointing it out, but their eyes are on the clock, or the nearest clock they can find, it was 11: 55.

Kitchen now fully stocked, so no bumps when customers pile in. Every servers ready on the sidelines, eyes keeping track of the time. It was an unsaid phenomenon, but the moment 12:00 pm hits. Customers will come inside the restaurant and it will be busy for the next two hours, excluding the deliveries.

12:00 pm. The clocks had the same number plastered, whether be it the original ones, or the digital ones. Their eyes fixated on the customers slowly pilling in outside.

The doors of the restaurant opened and the familiar sound of the bell on top of the door chimed.

Putting on a smile as Y/n greeted the customers that walked in.

t i m e _ s k i p. . . .

Her arms were sore, her skin was sticky from sweat. Stretching her muscles were like a relief to the ache. Y/n feels like a cat rolling on the couch, even though it has limited space provided for her to do so. But her body felt so relieved after a long busy shift at work.

Her friend Debora was finishing up her managerial duties, whilst Y/n waited patiently, because Debora had offered her a ride home seeing how anxious her friend was when their shift was almost ending. Minutes passed Y/n's attention from her phone shifted to the door which revealed her friend who looked just as tired as her.

"Let's go." Standing up from her comfortable position at the couch, Y/n took her bag and swung it on her arms, jogging towards the entrance and not before turning the lights off.

"Let's see if the Lottery Stand is open." She ushered her friend as she quickly made her way out the restaurant, beside the building, there was a small building sandwiched between the restaurant and other buildings. A lottery stand where the woman, had developed a guilty pleasure of gambling her money every so often.

"Y/n, can't you skip that? I swear you won't win it."

"It's rigged." Her friend huffed as she proceeded to lock the main door of the restaurant, Y/n however didn't listen to a word she's said, arriving at the counter a smile plastered on her face, "Hello, Mr." She greeted the middle aged man who wasn't surprised to see the woman at all. "Let me guess, same number?"

Y/n nodded, "5, 2 , 19 and 10." Repeating it with a proud smile on her face, "Aren't you tired of betting those numbers all at once?" A new voice chimed in beside her, "What's up Mr." Debora greeted the man who's now giving Y/n the ticket. "The draw is about to start, why don't you watch it here?" The man named, Mr. Pointed on the Television behind him. Y/n looked expectedly at her friend who merely nodded with a sigh.

"Let's get this over with." Y/n squealed at her friend, the Lottery channel was starting, Mr. Stood aside to give the two woman the view of the television. Y/n held her ticket tight, her heart pounding against her chest, would she win? Would she not? Her eyes darting at the plastic balls, currently being mixed around by air inside the cylinder containers.

Four numbers were now chosen, her blood ran cold.

"5, 2, 19 and 10!" The man whom was hosting today's draw said. Her body froze, her eyes glancing to her friend's green eyes. And to the Mr.'s Brown ones, their eyes wide as saucers.

"Well, kid it's your lucky day." Mr. Chuckled as Debora started to shake Y/n. Squealing madly beside her.

"Huh."

"I won?"

Meanwhile, back at the cage where Blanche was getting wheeled back at his cell. Once more, he was back at the wretched place. Matilda was cackling at the scene before her,
"Blanchie~ don't miss me too much, k?"

"I'll be delivered to my owners place tomorrow." She announced her tone usually chirpy, still the man in question didn't seem to be interested in her, he laid down on his bed. Matilda pondered, her eyes never leaving his form, "The universe is too mean to you Blanchie~"

- To Be Continued

I don't really know how the lottery worked,
I based it on what my uncles told me😭
I also tweaked a few things about it.
(I hope you don't mind)