Dnf oneshots💚💙

He's a savior 💔🎀

Uhh, blood, killing, and minor attempts of sexual harassment, also guns

George rushed into the backroom, setting down his things and fixing his hair after his late run in
to work, Karl, a long time worker at the cafe, walked up to him, touching his shoulder, making him twitch
a bit, "are you feeling alright? You've been coming in late for a while now" Karl asked, with his I'm worried eyes
on.

George looked away "yeah, just been loosing track of time recently" he smiled, hoping Karl would just drop
the subject. At that moment, he prayed Karl would leave, since it was still in his pocket, and he hadn't been
able to drop it off yet.

Karl gave him a sad smile, "okay, just talk to me anytime you feel down okay? Bads always here too" he
said, walking out the backroom, picking up his notepad from the table, guess he was on waiter duty today.

George rummaged through his pocket, grabbing a cloth from his bag and wiping off the item, tossing it
into the trash after some good cleaning. Then, he changed into his waiter outfit, just a simple white shirt with
a black apron that was tied tight around his waist, he liked that it gave him a more attractive figure, but
it also stirred up more work for Dream, especially since George was too nervous to actually do anything.

George grabbed his notepad and pen, running out the backroom door and heading out over the counter,
being assigned his first table by Bad. He walked over, writing down the specific drinks they wanted then handing
the note to Ranboo and Bad, who were in the back making the coffees.

The day went by smoothly, tiering George out by the end of the day. He was about ready to start heading
home, but the later it got the more people came through that door, so he just opted to stay overtime today,
might as well not make his friends stress out.

Bad gave him a table to ask, and he walked over, four people sitting in the booth, two of them with dark
black hair and two with brown. He practiced his line over in his head, like he did every time he approached
a table, "hey, are you ready to order?" he asked, putting on his best, 'I'm happy and not tired' face since he
didn't have the energy to give a real one.

The guy closest to him with the brown hair smirked, looking up "that accent, British? Sounds hot" he
said, resting his head on his head, which was propped up on his elbow. George was taken aback by the sudden
words, looking around the table at the guys friends who were just on their phones, like this was a normal
occurrence.

George looked up at the guy, who he noticed was staring at his body, making him uncomfortably cover
some of it "sir can I just know what you want.." he said, looking down at the floor.

The guy looked up at his face, only becoming more pushy, "your phone number" he said, he must've thought
he was so smug.

George looked up at him, enraged that he would hit on some random person, "how old even are you! Should
you be talking to me like this?" George asked, he was only twenty one, now that sounded old, but he didn't
feel this guy was near twenty, more like thirty.

The guy looked annoyed, but still persisted "who cares, when's your next shift break, I'd like to give you
a private tip" he winked at George, making him feel even more exposed and uncomfortable.

He decided just to write down 'water' for all of them because he really didn't have time for this guy
anymore. George walked off, feeling the sharp stare of the guys eyes on his body as he walked, making
him kind of speed walk his way to Bad, throwing him the paper and rushing himself to the backroom,
why did that guys eyes feel like so much more? So much worse than just looking?

A small knock on the door was heard, George perking up at the sound, "yes?" He asked, trying to
calm himself of the recent conversation he just had.

"Um.. Bad wanted to know if you were okay.." Ranboos small voice said hesitantly, he was quite a
shy employee, always freaking out when he was put on waiter duty.