Sander Sides One-Shots // Logicality and Prinxiety

Remy's | Remile

AU- Restaurant, human, same universe as the last, Remy is 25
AN- If you guys are annoyed at the amount of Remile I'm writing, just let me know. Sorry.

"Remy, order for table 12!" 
"Remy, do you have the burger for 9?"
"Remy, where'd the potatoes go!"
"Why is there four empty cups of coffee in your office, Rem-- I just cleaned your it yesterday!"
"Remy, the man at table 2 sent back their food because you used wheat instead of rye."

Remy knew that opening a restaurant would be a lot of work, but he had been dreaming of it since he was a kid. And it was worth it to even get the smallest compliment from a customer. 

"Remy, someone wants to talk to you," Thomas said. Remy sighed. 

"Well, I'm kind of busy right now."

"He says he's willing to wait." Thomas added. Remy sighed again, clearly stressed. 

"Fine, okay, whatever."

After a few hours of working they finally closed. Remy headed to his office, where he slumped in his chair. There was a knock at his door.

"What do you want, Thomas!" Remy yelled. He was exhausted, he usually tried to be nicer than this. Thomas opened the door timidly. 

"You have a visitor," He said, "I told you about this guy earlier, he wanted to talk to you." Remy nodded and stood up.

"Right, sorry, I forgot." He said, combing his hand through his hair. "Uh, let him come in." He said. Thomas opened the door, allowing the young man in. At the sight of him, Remy's breathing hitched. He had light brown hair with tinges of pink and green eyes that pierced Remy's heart. He was shorter than Remy, but wasn't a teen. He had a warm, welcoming smile that was refreshing for him. 

"Hello, my name is Emile Picani!" He said cheerfully. Thomas smiled slightly before leaving the office. 

"I, uh, I..." Remy cleared his throat. "I'm Remington Reste, I go by Remy," He said quickly. "I'm sorry, could you excuse me for a moment, I need to talk to Thomas," Remy said, leaving his office. "Thomas!" He said, getting his attention. 

"What's up?" Thomas asked. 

"Help, gay panic!" He whispered. "You can't leave me alone with him, he's the cutest person I've ever seen!" He said, nervously. 

"I mean, Joan, but go on."

"If you leave all I'm going to want to do is hug him like a teddy bear, you can't do that to me!" Remy panicked. Thomas tried not to laugh.

"Remy, I have to go. I'm sorry. Just, try to keep yourself under control." Thomas said, putting on his jacket. "I'll see you tomorrow." He said before leaving the kitchen. Remy sighed, combing his fingers through his hair. He entered his office again, kind of stressed. 

"Mr Reste, are you alright?" Emile asked. Remy immediately blushed.

"I-I'm fine! I just had a long day. And please, call me Remy. Calling me 'Mr Reste' makes me feel super old." Remy said as he walked to his desk. 

"O-Oh, sorry. I don't want to do that, you're like 21." Remy laughed nervously.

"That's... I'm 25." He corrected. Emile seemed genuinely surprised. 

"Oh. Sorry, you look very young."

"No, it's a compliment at worst. But did you really think that you were older than me?" Remy asked. Emile laughed gently, which caused Remy's face to heat up.

"That's a good point, I'm 23." Emile said, fidgeting with a rainbow bracelet. 

Shit. 

"M-M-Might I ask why you, uh, got that, that, that bracelet?" Remy asked nervously. Emile held up his hand, nervously showing off the bracelet.