Rafe Cameron Imagines//Oneshots

Followed 😇

(lmao the angel emoji feels really weird to put with this one, it just means there's no smut)

Summary = some dodgy guy is following y/n after a shift at work.

Working at the grab n go isn't the ideal job, given the comparison of how much money Ward Cameron makes by breathing air you were barely surviving as it is.

Hence why you live on the cut.

However it has its perks, it's a quiet place, easy going and you don't have to work very hard at all so that was nice, you know the owner pretty well too, it's less of a corporate job and more of a cozy feel to it which you enjoy.

It's a friday night, pretty late too and you were relaxed enough to start closing up the store. It shuts at 12am but you usually close at 11:30, maybe even 11 if it's dead.

As the cool breeze wanders through the shops you hear the familiar sound of a ding making you stop counting cash as you glance up at a taller man wandering around aimlessly looking at things. You knew he wasn't going to steal because he wasn't dressed like one. In Fact you eyebrows raise a little at his clean button up shirt and khaki trousers.

Despite the constant battle to have Kooks and Pogues tolerate each other the allegations were often true, not all pogues are thieves of course but there are many who are so you don't blame people for being cautious, in the same way you dont blame yourself for thinking a Kook like this guy woudlnt have intentions of theft.

you were right of course, he comes up to the counter and looks behind you at the cigarette display. "evening" The man murmurs as his eyes glaze over various products.

Although you're disappointed you have to put the cash back and that you lost count, a smile appears on your face just like every other day when you're serving a customer.

You still think it's weird someone like this guy is shopping on the cut. "What can I get for you today sir?" you say trying to speed up the process a little.

The man chuckles, his fingers tap on the counter as you notice his flashy gold rings. You wonder how someone like this guy grew up. his short dark blond hair sits almost perfectly on his chiseled face, his dark eyes meet yours as he lets out a dry chuckle.

"Sir? do i look that old" He bickers "uhh just a pack of marlboro thanks" He adds.

His voice is smooth like a sanded down piece of wood, although there's a distance between you his cologne lingers, a leathery scent of sandalwood and a hint of mint.

you match hsi dry chuckle as you grab the pack of cigarettes for him, putting the price into the cash register. "You probably want to look old when your buying nicotine"

As you ring him up he hands you a hundred dollar bill to your surprise. you don't even know if you can accept that into the register right now but you don't get paid enough to care.

As you struggle to count the change, not that you couldn't do math just that you might be short of cash. The man waves off your action "dont worry about it, just keep the change its late"

You look up at him in a subtle form of disbelief. "Are you sure im sure theres-"

"Im sure"

As you look back up to the man he's already walking out the door as the familiar ding chimes on his way out.

you sigh and glance down at the register thinking you'll just count it tomorrow instead of tonight, if people were going to steal they'd take the whole stash anyways so it doesn't matter as much as it should. too tired to care you shut the register and lock it up.