Inoculate 》AOT Boys x Reader

5 | Under The Snowfall, Sleeping

The scent of caffeine and the sound of chatter filled the ears of the waitresses', as they began skipping around the stretch of the café, pens scribbling on parchments of paper, as they waltzed back into the brewing section of the social gathering coffee shop.

Long story short, it was snowing. In fucking October.

A colourless white blanket of snow lay on the emerald grass patches beyond the sheen of glass, your chin resting in a comfortable place in your palm, as the shirk of you shoes pattered onto the tiled floor in a rhythmic pattern. The melody of a bell chiming alerting the workers of the café that a new customer had entered, causing the waitresses' to shove their notepads into their respected pockets, tightening the aprons tied around the curves of their waist's, as selected individuals began engaging in idle conversation with the new comers, taking their orders.

Picking up the object of silverware, dipping the silverware into the chocolate brown liquid, your hand turned around in circular motions, as you prepared the glass for the customer, laying it on a tray for another female to come along and whisk it away to the person who had ordered the warm drink. The windows were littered with petite, peculiar snowflakes, as well as raindrops from the earlier pre-snowfall storm that hit. A female who cast you an icy glare in the far right corner of the coffee shop squinted her icy blue hues at your own warm [e/c] hues, her blond strands framing her face, her eyebrows scrunched together slightly. The action caught you off guard, this person hardly knew you, why would they be sending you be hard, cold glares? Whipping your head south, you realised that no one was stationed behind you, so the petite female was indeed glaring towards you.

'What the hell is her problem?' Shaking your head slightly, you placed your silverware inside another cup, your hand making slight stirring motions before handing the mug to yet another co-worker, as she let out a shrill giggle, and swayed her hips as she enclosed the destination between her and the customer.

Another chine of the bell sounded, and around three people entered the place of social gathering, a female with snow like skin, raven hair, and a cochineal scarf, the material wound around her neck, slipping over her lips and the centre of her nose. To her left side stood a boy with chocolate tresses, emerald orbs, and a lean and muscular figure, as he began grumbling and mumbling to the Asian standing to his right, his limbs crossing, his discomfort radiating off of him. To the beautiful ravenette's right side stood a male, with flaxen bangs laying over his eyes, and memorable sapphire azure eyes, his palms desperately clutching the literature object placed flush against his chest, as his eyes warily guided themselves to his two companions, the nonchalant female quietly listening to her brother complain, while his nose scrunching up at the scent of several variations of pastries and salad's, while the female began glancing her dark eyes towards the menu on display.

"[f/n]! Stop daydreaming and get back to work! Serve those three, right now!" A stern voice began attacking the young female, who only shuffled her feet as the blood rushed to the flesh of her cheeks, her hands making their way to clutch a pen and a pad of paper.

"Sorry m'am.." sheepishly mumbling out the words, you shuffled your form in the direction of the wooden planked table that held the three teenagers, as the ravenette began pointing her fingers to certain words slotted on the material of paper. As the sound of your feet pattering along the stretch of the coffee shop, the three friends glanced their multicoloured hues in your direction, seemingly ready to fulfil you on what they desired.

"Uhm, hey.. what would you like to order?" Shuffling your feet side to side, you felt the various waves of bashfulness and your own awkwardness washing over you, as you began silently praying that the ground would open up and swallow you whole at this very moment. The boy with brunette tresses eyed you, his emerald pools displaying a look of determination on them, as the sound of a clearing throat filled the four teenagers ears, with the odd fleck of vigilance swirling around in the male's deep virescent hues.