Damien Haas An Reader.

part 2

I can't believe I broke down at the store in front of hot men....

All I remember was that I completely embarrassed myself, then I was on the floor, an then my sister came for me an we went home. When we crossed the door is when I "came back online", as they say. I don't think I even got my groceries! A day fuckin wasted.

"Hey, sis? I'm really sorry, that was super embarrassing and it effected your day too. I'm just so so so sorry." I couldn't make eye contact with her. I'm just mortified.

"Hey, hey, (y/n), it's OK. These things happen, I'm just glad your safe ok. Plus I got all the groceries I needed." She said, wrapping her arms around me. I hug back. I swear, she's too nice to me. An I'm the older sister too.

"You're so sweet to me, too sweet maybe... I love you Jenny an I promise I'll make it up to your some day. For all the things you've done for me" I promised, holding her tight an carding my fingers in her hair. It didn't used to be like this, my break downs, an my sister basically being the mature one despite her age.

As kids, or I guess young teens, I was basically "mom" of the house. Our mom passed when I was 12 an our sperm donor (nick name for our bastard father) started spiritualing when I was 14. So I became the bread winner an caretaker of my at the time 12 year old sister. It wasn't so bad, we weren't abused or anything like that, just very neglected. Our sperm donor basically just stayed in his room an chatted with girls online an played his games. I bright him food at least twice a day. Jenny was a pretty good kid for the most part, had the tendency to skip school some times to hang out with her weed friends. But they were ok people, just a bunch of chill hippies if anything.

The routine changed when Jenny graduated an got a job as an assistant at an office for a company that does photography. The weight fell off my shoulders to basically be a parent an I developed anxiety. We both eventually moved from our donors house on our own, I'm not sure what he does now. I moved in with a boyfriend an she got her own apartment. She became more successful and I'm so proud of her, her shadowing led her to be a lead photographer. I, on the other hand, got a job at a dry cleaning place. It pays ok. I planned on taking college classes online to get some degree so I can get a better job but with all my break ups and moving around and my break downs, I just never got the chance.

Enough with the backstory. The rest of the day went by as usual, couch, icecream, sleep.

It's been roughly a week, I'm at work steaming some suits for some business men. We get a fair amount of customers, a lot of regulars, but we're never packed. As I work I kept replaying my mistake from the store. Jesus, I'm such a freak. ' I'll be your roommate' what the hell was that?! That made me sound like such a wierdo. Jenny told me that the men I embarrassed myself infront of didn't mind my fuckup an helped me with my break down, she didn't tell me the details though. I wonder why. It must also be embarrassing.

I hear the door bell ring, "I be right there!", I shout from the back. When I went to the front desk to help the customer, he is there...

"Oh! Hey (y/n)! I'm actually super glad to see you, how you doin since last week?" The silver hair man casually says, as if we have known eachother for years. Well I'm glad he's positive. I very timidly say, "I'm OK, my sister said that you helped me alot, so thank you.. an again I'm sorry for being wierd. An I'm sorry for breaking down infront of you...." I trail off. "Any way, what can I do for you today?" My customer service voice isn't perfect but passable barely. He smiles at me. "Hey no need to apologize for anything, things happen an it's hard to control that. An I know you weren't trying to be wierd, I cam see it in your face." The eye contact is paralyzing.

I blush an look down. He coughs to cover up the tension. I guess I'm making him embarrassed. "Anyway, I guess I came here to dry clean mine an my friends suits for an event coming up" He says, obviously trying to force a regular customer voice. I take out my pen an paper, "how many peices per suit an what's the material," I ask, routinely.

"All recycled cotton blends, um, my suit is pants, a shirt an a coat. My friends is, um, all that an a vest thing an tie." He takes his time to awnser, probably trying to remember correctly. I tell him his price an trade money, and change, for the clothes. I set them on the rack to be cleaned. "These should be ready in a week, maybe 4 days depending on how quick the other orders go. Thank you for choosing 'dry surprised today" my routine customer service script is over. He smiles, puts a tip in the jar (I can't see how much), an thanks me. He turns to go then stops by the door.

"OH! I almost forgot! I bought your cart of products for you, I kept them in the car just in case I seen you again.." He's the one who blushes red. How cute, an sweet. There we go, I'm all red again too. "That's so nice of you, I'll pay you back!" I say wide eyed an bushy tailed. "No no no, it's my treat! I promise, no need to pay!" He quickly reassured. "Do you have time to grab them from my car or do you want me to bring em inside or do you maybe want my number?" Smooth. I take the number option. " alright then. Call me when you get off. I mean from like work, when you get off of work." He says, left hand on the back of his neck. I hand him my phone an he types away his number. I looked at it, ' damien haas, the groceries man'. Snorting I say thank you. After all that he left an my day went on as usual

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When I got home from work, I was exhausted. I sloshed to the couch an sank like a sack of jelly. My sister Jenny came in from her room an sat by me. "Hey how's work today?" She asked jovially. " fine, lot of suits today, must be a thing happening for the business men soon." I say nonchalantly. Then I remembered the crazy thing that happened. "Oh an guess who showed up today!" I say sitting up, turning towards her. "Oh I hope it wasn't anyone one bad..." she worriedly say.

"Nope!" I say with a cheeky face. "Remember the guy I totally embarrassed myself infront of an he helped me through a break down?". Her eyes widen, "really?!" She squeaked smiling, she's a romantic so she loves cheesy movies an shit like that, she told me she thinks damien an I looked good together an wants us to get married last week after a day or so of the incident. I don't even know him, she's crazy.

" He said he was happy to see me, an he gave me his number, which I was sapost to call him after work. He bought my cart of products from the store..." I stair off to the side, thinking weather or not to call. "Call him! Call him! This is year chance to find the man you've been wating for! I swear you guys will be married by the end of the year." She says with a shit eating grin. Oh boy. " it's a little late to call, I'll just text him. An I don't even know him, I can't marry some one I don't know. Silly jenny" I bump her knee with mine. "Well duh, you guys will get to know eachother first. An it's only 9:30, you can still call, ask him on a date!" She is now squealing an bouncing like a teen girl about prom. "Alright, alright, I'll call. Just stop making that god awful noise! You'll wake up the neighbors." I compromise, smirking after. She pushes my shoulder playfully. Jenny gets up, says she'll give me some privacy for the call, an she goes to the kitchen to do something. I know don't know what... probably easdrop.

Huffing, I pull out my phone an go to contacts. ' damien haas' a nice name. Sounds pretty. The phone is ringing. I'm nervous. It rings again. An again. An again... then he awnsers.

"Hello damien haas speaking" He says. Holy shit I can't believe he awnsered. Ok you can do this. " hi, this is (y/n), we talked at the dry cleaners?" I say, trying to sound normal. I'm freaking out inside.

"Hey! Your finally off work! How was your day," He says casually. He's very casual. "Ya, a lot of people came in today, I think there an event coming up or something, alot of suits. Anyway, since it's so late I guess we can schedule a time to meet soon or something? " I sound sweaty when I say that. Probably cause I am sweating. Alot. I'm drenched honestly. " sure, what day an time where you thinkin?" Again, he's so casual. While I'm a mess. " this weekcend maybe? Any time. I'm free on Saturday."
He is quiet for a moment, probably looking at a calender or something. "Ya I could do Saturday. We could meet at the café down from 5th street. They got the best muffins."

We agreed on that said our goodbyes an hung up. The mousey squeals return as my sister run up an tackles me on the couch with a crazy hug. " I am so happy for you!!! Can I help with your wedding!? I'll be a wedding planer, photographer an whatever you want me to be ! Yayayayay!" She is bouncing us both, it's a little irritating. But I also smile....