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"I said excuse me" a gruff voice barked at you the harsh tap on your shoulder that followed is what brought your wandering mind back to reality.

In short...Today has been rough. Not only did your daughter need her three year shots, your cars left near tire popped, which took you over an hour to change. Trying to keep your increasingly irritated children calm as you replaced it with the spare. To top it off the grocery shopping had yet to be done.

"Could you possibly settle your screaming banshees down? SOME of us are trying to eat in peace"

You blew a couple strands of hair out of your face, looking up to see a slightly pink faced man a couple of veins popping out on his forehead with a serious balding issue. His accusational tone and passive aggressive stance confirmed that he was the one who jabbed your shoulder.

"I'm sorry," you started with a nervous laugh, "eh..my daughter had her shots today so I thought bringing her and her sister to McDonald's for some fries might make her a little happ-" a hand held up to your face cutting you off in mid explanation of why both of your daughters were upset

"I don't care what the issue is just shut them up or leave. Better yet teach them some manners and take them into the bathroom why don't you" The pink one snapped at you, hand still in the air, looking quite angry at your attempt to explain the situation.

You face twisted with disgust. Did he just suggest to spank a child for crying from shots? You turned away to your second daughters high chair, carefully setting her down and then offering her her an apple slice which she gladly took with a soft sigh. You sharply turned back around before giving this flamingo a piece of your mind.

"She is a toddler who is hurting from shots" you tried to calmly say through gritted teeth "who the Hell are you to telling me how to raise my children? Iam doing everything I can to make her happy" You clench you hands into fist ah your sides.

The man rolled his eyes taking a step towards you arms crossed defensively. He opened his mouth only for second before a hand was put on his shoulder halting him  in the process. Your eyes followed the hand to its owner.

There stood A blonde headed man with a bored expression carved into his face. Wearing a white button up collared shirt, tucked into a pair of black slacks, held up by a brown belt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a light blue tie hanging comfortably from his neck.

"Leave the lady alone" he sighed, blue eyes shifting over to look to you then back to him "its pretty obvious that she's doing the best she can on her own" your eyes flickered to his hand on the man's shoulder, you watch the blonde squeeze it slightly before speaking again "Fuck off yoi" he lowered his hand into his pocket, standing there waiting for the mans choice.

The man sucked in a breath, the veins on his head seeming to pop out a little more. He huffed turning his back to you then returning to his seat where a half eaten burger and fires waited for him.

You stood there for a second blanking out until the beginning of your daughters whining brought you back out.

"Hey hey hey, I know it hurts. We're going, we're going" you cooed bending over to pick her up setting her on your hip. You looked up to see your 'savior' still standing there looking at you.

"You okay?" He asked, shifting onto his other foot but, keeping a fairly relax stance.

You faintly smiled, kissing your daughters head, a small hiccup escaping her lips before you spoke
"Yes ah.. Thank you Mr..." you held out the 'r' until he smirked

"It's just Marco" he held a out a hand for you to shake

"Oh alright," you took his hand and shook it once "Thank you Marco. My name is (Y/N)." he chuckled lightly in response "I usually only get stares never" shaking your shoulders to the man eating his burger, "whatever the hell that was."

He let out a small laugh "I understand yoi" he looked back to three boys at the counter.

A short black haired boy with a scar under his eye, drooling into the counter, a straw hat with a read band sitting on top of his head. Another boy who was ordering had longer black hair, he looked slightly taller, freckles dominating his face. Lastly a blonde hair boy standing about the same height as the one with freckles who also had a scar across his left eye, rocking back and forth on his feet looking at the menu.

"Those are my brothers.. not my first rodeo in complaints nor stares" Marco said with a slight shrug of his shoulders
You brought your hand to you mouth stifling a laugh behind it.

"Ah well again, Thank you Marco. Today hasn't been my day so I appreciate it a lot" you hummed to him, setting your child down on the bench of the table next to your other daughter, grabbing your worn diaper bag, swinging it onto your back though when in position you immediately picked your three year old up again.

You reached for the trashed on the table stopping when Marco began to pick it up for you.

"Here," he mumbled, "let me help you've got your hands full yoi" putting all the trash on a tray and walked over to the bin to toss it out then strolled casually back over to you.

Wide eyed, A small amount of heat raised to your cheeks. "Well—" voice sticking in your throat momentarily "thank you but, you really didn't have to"

"I wanted to yoi "

He shrugged making eye contact with you.

You stood there awkwardly, your three year old resting her head on your shoulder. The corner of your mouth curving up just a tad.
"Well, better get these two in the car heh.. we, uh, still have one more errand to run" grunting as you hoisted the toddler up who was slipping down your side. Your other daughter meekly joining your side holding onto your pants leg not allowing the blonde to look at her.

Marco smiled as he pulled a small pad and pen from his pocket quickly writing on it and ripping it out, then sticking it softly into the side pocket of the diaper bag.

"Here's my number, you should consider letting me take you out for coffee, maybe one day soon yoi"

A larger heat baked your face. Surely you looked a strawberry just about now. You couldn't form any words so you just nodded your head.

"HEY MARCO WERE SHORT A FEW DOLLARS" the voice came from the short black haired one "CAN YOU HELP PLEASE?"

Marco huffed turning his head "I'm adding it to the rest of the money you little shits owe me yoi" turning back to you momentarily a soft smirk and gentle eyes lazily resting on you "see ya (y/n)."

    "Yeah..see you later Marco"

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