GeorgeNotFound X Reader
You and George hate each other on stream, everyone knows that. But after unexpectedly meeting each other, things start to change.
You'll both think of an incredibly creative way to tell everyone...
'Her hair falls perfectly a...
'Y/N!!! Y/N!!!' My roommate Skye shakes me awake. 'You have workkk!!!!' She laughs, I shoot up out of bed and stare at the time on my phone. 'Crap!' It's 9:30am I was supposed to be at work an hour ago I must have fallen asleep on my phone last night and forgot to set an alarm. (Based on real events 😄)
I tie my hair into a loose bun, put on a light layer of makeup as that's all I have time for, and get dressed into the cafe uniform.
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(I've included alternatives for different hair types as I've had comments and felt bad that I didn't include others. I can't include tons of alternates but if you have a specific skin tone or hair type you want me to include then feel free to leave it below! Sorry to my beautiful dark skinned girls if you felt left out🥺)
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I rush through the front doors of the cafe, and sprint behind the counter while tying an apron round my waist.
'Y/n.' I hear a voice behind me. 'Look... I can explain' I turn slowly to see my manager stood with her arms crossed. She looks at me, staring deep into my soul. I feel my eyes burning so I look to the ground. 'My cat died last night.' I pretend to wipe a tear from my cheek.
'Mhm. Well. I morally can't fire you for that reason.' She looks at me suspiciously, she knows I'm lying but probably doesn't want to assume I am or she might get in trouble.
'That's a warning though. If it happens again, you're out. Oh and you can stay till closing.' She struts off into the kitchen and I let out a sigh.
3 hours into my shift of serving coffee to impatient customers and dealing with Karens over dirty cutlery, I hear someone walk up to the counter. I'm looking down cleaning a cup.
'Hello welcome to The Red Rose Coffee Shop, may I help you.' I sigh, intensely staring at the red lipstick stain on the cup trying my best to rub it off.
'I'll take an espresso to go.' Speaks the voice of a boy that's strangely familiar. I look up from the cup and make eye contact with the boy.
