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It's a lovely morning in 1997 when you walk into the Maccas at Engadine for your McCafe shift. You yawn as you clock in and put on your apron and cap. It's still early and you didn't sleep well last night, unnecessarily stressed because of your mother's drug issues. She was running out of money, so you had to pick up extra shifts, which was putting a lot more stress on you and making you awfully tired. You couldn't wait until you had enough money to move out, but you also didn't want to leave your mother in the dust... It was hard.
Messy bun tucked into your hairnet, you make your way over to the McCafe, waving to your coworker Clark Kent as he bangs around with the ice cream machine, trying to get it working. It'd died again yesterday.
"Morning Y/N," Clark said with a grin.
"Morning Clark," you replied. "How's the uce cream machine going?"
Clark kicked it, and suddenly a whirring filled the suspiciously quiet Maccas atmosphere.
"I think I'm a genius," he replied.
Before you could respond, the front door opened, a man with long brown hair and a long beard, with a weirdly enchanting aura around him walking in. You didn't understand why, but your breath caught in your throat.
You watched as he crossed over to the counter, Clark serving him. He had small bunch of flowers tucked in his pocket.
The telltale chime of a new order came through on the order screen, and you skimmed over it, hands moving like clockwork as you started making his iced coffee. You'd been working here for years, it was like muscle memory.
"Jesus," you called out once the drink was done, placing it in the counter. He crossed over to you, meeting your eyes with his own deep chocolatey orbs and an intoxicating grin. "Cool name," you mumbled, not sure if he heard it.
"Thanks," he replied. "Your's is cool too... Y/N," he said, reading off your name tag.
With a final grin he grabbed his fries and bigmac that Clark had just finished, and headed out the door, leaving you watching behind him in awe.