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[[Chapter 1]]

I always do chores in our house, my Father is always out, I don't know what he's doing,

My Mother, well, I don't really know her, my Dad said she left him. Leaving me behind with my Dad.

We've been poor since I was a little girl, now I'm 18, still living in the same old style, like always.

I can't afford Living in the apartment, I didn't have a chance to finish my college. I work as a waiter in the nearest restaurant in my street.

I'm Y/N Harris, and yes that's how my life goes, it's pretty sucks, I know.

My Father's name is Carl Harris,(I made that name randomly) we're not really close, and rarely talk to each other,

'I think I should go now..' I sigh and went outside, I lock the doors of our house.

Walking down the road, I saw Toby (Tubbo) walking the other direction, He saw me and waved,

I smiled and waved at him too, I looked at my watch to see what time is it,

'Shoot, I'm late!' I ran until I reached the the restaurant.

"Y/N, You're late again," a coworker said to me while she washed plates.

"Oh sorry, Have fun washing dishes!" I said trying to annoy her, we're not really friends, more like 'almost' enemies,

"Shut up!"she said and I laugh at her.

I leave her and I started my duty as a waiter, at first I was nervous, I keep spilling the drinks and trips everywhere.

It's been almost 3months and I slowly getting used to it.

Someone ring the bell, it means there's already a food waiting to be delivered on the tables, I picked up the tray and looked at the number,

'4..'

I was walking around while carrying the tray to find that person, I turn and look at every corner,

'Oh, there you are.'

I walk closer, a young man with a very fine clothes, he looks like he's from a rich family,

He has black hair (?), pale skin

"Hello Sir, sorry for the wait, Here's your order!" I smiled at him.

"Why thank you uh?" He looked at me , I place the food on his table.

"Call me Y/N." I said

"Okay, Why thank you Y/N!" He said and smiled too.

"Enjoy your meal!" I waved and walked away with a tray on my hand

I though he's a rude with no respect, but I was wrong he's a nice guy, but I don't know what his name,

'Oh well, nevermind about that.'

Hours have passed, It's time to go home, I grab my bag ang start walking down the dark streets,

While walking I a car stopped in front of me.

"Hey, Miss, Y/N.. Right?" I looked to see it's the guy earlier.

"Uh, yes,Y/N Harris it is." I said.

"Call me George." He smiled, I smiled back.

"Mind If I Drive you Home?"