⸻ FLOCH FORSTER X FEM!READER
❝ i didn't exactly expect
my sugar daddy to be
the same age as i am. ❞
in which y/n l/n, a broke
college student, gets
recommended to a sugar
daddy.
[MODERN AU]
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— SATURDAY, AUGUST 19.
ITwas a tiresome saturday morning. you woke up early with your throat still aching yet such reason didn't stop you from going to work. the cafe was already packed as soon as your manager flipped the sign, thus, tens of cranky morning customers to deal with at seven in the morning. you got used to it very quick when you first started, but of course you often wished that customers would stop being so rude. it was times like that that you hoped hitch would come back, to keep you occupied with rumors she hears everyday as the two of you work.
she resigned a month ago and you got used to not seeing her presence every weekend, though you often wished that she'd come back for your own selfish reasons.
borris, your other co-worker, was a silent man. he doesn't have any hot gossip to tell you, and even if he did, the possibility of him talking to you about anything was zero. the white-haired male was only set on doing his work and finishing it with a flair. after all, he needed money just like you do.
even when hitch was still working with the two of you, he wasn't the type to communicate a lot. borris would keep everything to himself, barely uttering a word. and if he did, he would only scold the two of you to stop talking and to get to work.
"do you have a girlfriend, borris? a boyfriend?" you asked with a bored tone, leaning against the counter as you kept your eyes trained on the door. it was already afternoon and the once packed cafe had gone silent, a few people cherishing their time inside the building with coffee and treats. the air was filled with the divine aroma of cocoa beans and sweets, warming up your insides and melting the remaining tension on your shoulder like a relaxing scented-candle.
borris, who was restocking the cups and such at the cupboard just near you, heaved a sigh and turned to face you with a small frown. "you don't need to know that." he replied, blunt as always.
you grinned, "i'll take that as a yes."
the white-haired male only rolled his eyes, "sure, whatever. and can you please wipe the counters? all you've been doing is pester me."
"sure, boss."
you were about to grab a cloth when the bells hanging by the glass doors rang. you looked up and saw a man looking around with a small frown, hands stuffed in his jeans before shuffling to the counter. faking a smile, you greeted the customer with an awfully cheery voice that you mastered before then.
"what can i get for you today?" you asked.
"hm... one large black coffee and..." as he skimmed through the menu plastered on the wall behind you, you went ahead and grabbed a cup from the cupboards to write his simple order. he hummed and you waited patiently, though you were getting a little irked about him humming. does he really need to that when he's thinking?
