MCD x Reader Oneshots

dante → blue palm trees

Set in: Love~Love Paradise

Reader-chan works at a seaside restaurant :)

B/N is "boss's name"
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"...and here is your hamburger with a side of carrots, sir," you say, handing a middle-aged man a plate of lunch. The man thanks you and begins to eat with the rest of his family.

"L/N!" your boss, B/N, calls to you.

"Yes (sir/ma'am)," you say, wiping a trail of sweat off your forehead.

"You're almost done, just a few more tables," B/N says.

You nod. You'd been working an extra shift since your friend, Lynne LeAnntheron, had called in sick earlier.

"LeAnntheron takes that corner table over there before clocking out of her shift," B/N explains. "Just serve them and the rest of your tables and then we'll get someone to cover the late afternoon rush."

"Got it, (sir/ma'am)," you say. You head over to the corner table. There's three people sitting at the seats, all about your age. One guy has a green swimsuit on and pitch-white hair. The other has a plaid blue jacket and blonde hair. The last is an attractive guy with curly navy blue hair.

"Hello, welcome to the Seaside Tasty. My name is Y/N, I'll be your waitress today," you say cheerfully.

The white and blonde haired guys order without a problem. The navy haired man stumbles over his order.

"Well," the white-haired man says with a laugh, "speak English now, Dante."

The navy-haired guy, Dante, shoots him a look. "S-shut up, Travis. I'll just take a hamburger please, madam."

The blonde guy snickers. "Madam."

"Hey!" Dante responds, flustered. "Have you never heard of being respectful, Garroth?"

Garroth shrugs. He and Travis laugh quietly.

You smile and write down the order. "Any drinks?"

The guys smile and order select drinks, this time, Dante's able to speak fluently. You smile as you walk away from the table to get them their drinks and deliver the orders to the kitchen.
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"Two root beers, and a lemonade," you say quietly, placing the drinks in front of the male customers.

"Thanks," the white haired man, Travis, says. Garroth repeats the word to you.

"T-thank you," Dante says, stuttering and taking the drink. Travis and Garroth snicker.

You smile. "You're welcome."

"Wait!" You hear Dante's voice after you.

You turn around. "Yes sir?"

"H-how old are you?"

"Um..." You blush. "I'm twenty-one." (A/N: I'm guessing the guys are in their early twenties)

Dante smiles. "Cool. Me too."

"You're aww~wkward," Garroth says with a snicker.

You hear Dante growl a response, but you've already made your way to the kitchen to fetch their lunches.

You pull the plates out from the countertop and sigh a little. That man... Dante? is acting a little strange. I don't have to know him well to know this isn't his usual nature.

"L/N," you hear B/N say from behind you.

Electricity shoots through you. "Yes (sir/ma'am)!"

"How long does it take you to serve one table of guys?" B/N says, placing a hand on (his/her) hip.

"Sorry, (Mr./Miss) B/N," you say, your grip on the plates tightening. "I'm on it."

"Don't engage in long conversations with the customers," B/N tuts. "I thought you knew this, L/N?"

"I do, (Mr./Miss) B/N."

"Well, show me."

"Yes, (sir/ma'am)." You begin to take the plates over to the table.

"Looks good~!" Travis says when you arrive.

"Y-yeah, Miss... um..." Dante trails off.

"Y/N. Y/N L/N," you offer.

"Well, Miss L/N, thank you for serving us," Dante says as you place the plate in front of him.

You give a nod of thanks and straighten your skirt with your palms. Finally... time to clock out.

You stroll out after saying goodbye to B/N and stand at the rooftop balcony overlooking the resort. Wind tosses your H/L H/C tresses. You're up there for around twenty minutes before hearing a familiar voice.

"Y/N--I mean, Miss L/N!"

You turn around to see Dante—the blue-haired boy you served earlier. "Um... hello!"

"Hello. What are you doing on the balcony?" Dante asks quietly.

"Just looking. I clocked out earlier, so~." You push some hair behind your ear.

"Nice view," Dante says, staring at you. Your
E/C eyes meet his. He blushes a little. "T-the balcony I mean! N-not that you're not cute or anything, you are but I was—"

"It's okay," you say with a giggle.

"Wow," he begins, standing next to you. "The ocean's so... blue."

"Yeah," you respond. "Very. I uh, lived here. On this island. Before they bought it to create the resort."

"Oh no..." Dante began. "Where do you live now?"

"Mainland," you answer. "In (Country Name). I stay at an apartment for the summer to be close to my job."

"Ahh. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you say. "Besides, I need tourists to come. I would get paid, so I can go back to school to become a (Dream Job)."

"Really?" Dante's eyes glisten. "Cool!"

"Thank you~," you say with a giggle and a blush.

Both of you sit in silence for a few minutes when Dante pipes up, "I seriously can't get over how beautiful this place is."

"You know," you begin with a giggle. "Your hair matches the ocean."

"My hair?" His hand flies up to his blue locks. "I dunno. Someone said my hair could go on the trees."

"The palm trees?" You smile. "I guess it could. Blue palm trees."

Dante laughs a little. "Hey, uh, Y/N—that's your name right?"

"Yes. Y/N L/N."

"Um..." Dante's face turns red. "Would you want to, um, hang out at the beach later today? I-if you're not busy of course!"

You smile and blush. "Sure. I gotta change. Just the beach outside here, right?"

Dante nods with a large grin. "Can't wait."

What's up my doods, have a great day/night!

xxx,
vylad