The Night Shift. (Johnnie Guilbert x Reader.)

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Repetitive. "What can I get for you sir?" I asked calmly. Without looking up from his phone, the tall dark skin man replied with 'number 4.' I hummed with acknowledgment and typed in his order. "Will that be all?" With a nod, he handed me a 20 dollar bill. I muttered okay under my breath and went to make his order. What a dick.

Repetitive. The creamer looked like a swirling storm as I poured it in his cup. I made his egg and ham bagel carelessly, my muscle memory coming in handy as I listened to my favorite song through my single headphone. I gently nodded my head, as to not drag attention to myself.

Repetitive. I quickly gave him his order and leaned against the counter, staring out at the midnight sky. It was a sight I had been seeing for as long as I could remember. This small Cafe was my home away from home. I spent most of my childhood here since this was a family owned business, specifically my family. I was beginning to resent my parents for keeping me trapped in here. At least the night shift was calm.

Repetitive. Another customer walked in. I sighed before plastering a fake smile on my face as he walked up. He had black, combed over hair. The side part covered part of his eye, but I could see the dark eyeshadow under his eye along with red streaks.

"I love your makeup! What can I get started for you today?" I commented cheerfully.

A small smile grew on his face, his two lip piercings shifting slightly. "Thank you. Can I just get a donut, please?"

"Sure! What kind? We have chocolate, strawberry, etcetera. The flavors are displayed over there, if you want to look."

His hand moved up to his chin. "What would you recommend?"

"I'm a chocolate girl for life." I snickered. "But the apple fritter is a fan favorite. You can choose whether or not you want cinnamon on it."

"Okay, I'll get an apple fritter with cinnamon and a chocolate donut, please." He looked up, making eye contact with me as his smile stayed on his face.

"Coming right up." I commented, turning my back towards him.

"Are you working alone?" He asked cautiously.

"Uh," I hesitated, praying he wasn't going to murder me. I decided against it. "yeah. I run night shift everyday of the week. Nobody usually comes in at night. I also like the alone time." I explained.

"do you ever feel lonely?" his head slightly tilted to the side as I glanced back at him.

"more or less. I mean, I don't like dealing with cocky customers alone but, you know." I shrugged. I looked back at him and then at the clock. He had a tired look in his eyes. "What brought you here?"

"I couldn't sleep, I guess. So I went for a drive and stumbled upon this cafe so I thought I might as well stop for a snack if I cant sleep." He leaned over the glass display, his ring-clad fingers tapping quietly against the glass.

"Damn, pardon my language, anything keeping you up?" I pondered.

"my ex girlfriend is trying to ruin my life." He looked down at my hands.

I passed the donuts over the counter. "That sucks, I really hope everything works out for you." I smiled softly.

"Thank you." he said quietly. "I'm johnnie."

"I'm Y/n." I shook his hand gently. they were soft and warm, a comforting sensation.

"The chocolate one is for you. Take care." Johnnie smiled weakly before turning towards the door.

"What? i- thank you so much. good night, or, morning I guess." I replied as he looked back and gave me one last nod.

I carefully bit into the donut, feeling guilty for accepting it. Oh well.