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HEYOOO! Hope you're all doing good and staying safe! This an EXTREMELY LONG fanfic and it does not include "Y/n", but it is still SO GOOD!
Credit goes to the original writer, @maybgrayson, on tumblr and edited by me.
Summary:Writer Ethan Dolan has pined over a waitress named Andrea for months. She finally lets him take her home and she gets more than she bargained for when what she intended to be a one night stand results in a positive pregnancy test. Or, she's having his baby and it's his none of his business...
Warnings:smut, mentions of abortion, alcohol.
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3rd Person POV
As Andrea nears the end of her twelve-hour shift at Jimmy's diner, her eyes keep flicking between the clock -- where minutes seem to pass in hours -- and the man who seems to come around every time she's on the clock. Today he is more preoccupied in his work than usual; hunched over, eyes unrelenting on his computer screen. Andrea crosses her arms over her chest and huffs, trying to give him a few more minutes to unoccupied himself, but he has already been sitting for twenty, and she is growing impatient. She let the hands of the clock swing around its circle once more before she went over to him; even then, he still clicks vigorously at his keyboard, as if he was chasing words, he fears he'll forget.
"What'll it be?"
"Uh," He glances at the menu that lay untouched in the middle of the table. "I'll take the usual."
Andrea's tongue flicks to the top of her mouth, her hand gliding over her notepad with a flick of her pen. Even though his order is burned in her brain from complete redundancy, she decides to write it down to forgo a grilling from the cook who insisted everything be in front of his eyes.
"Blueberry pancakes and coffee, then. Shouldn't take too long."
His smile is warm and kind, quite a contrast to the snow that billowed from the sky and the crimson of his cheeks that bloomed from wind that began to howl in between tight streets and tall skyscrapers. Andrea gives him her best tight-lipped smile before backing away, picking up the rag she abandoned on the high-top on her way to the window that leads to the kitchen, where Barry flips a burger on a sizzling grill that was overdue for a scrub down.
"We haven't had an order in thirty minutes, that one for you?"
Barry shrugs, not bothering to look over his shoulder. "Thought so. Make one for me while you're at it." She hangs the order on the wireline, "Blueberry pancakes for the regular."
"He's here again?" Katy asks, sliding in next to Andrea. Katy rests her elbows on the white granite and knocks her hip into Andrea's, her tight orange curls bouncing with every movement. "That's like the third time this week."
It's Andrea's turn to shrug, taking a sidestep to get some room.
Katy smirks, bites her lip, and looks over her shoulder to the man who sits by himself at a booth smack dab in the middle of the restaurant. "He's cute. I think he likes you, too. He always sits in your booth."
