JustYourFantasy
Yiling Patriarch
School was finally over for today! Beaming from ear to ear, Ed waved cheerfully at his close-knit group of friends and he hurried down the high school steps. School today had seemed to last way too long for his liking. The hours ticked by so slow he literally almost fell asleep and he never did that! Well, it was over now and he was headed to work for a few hours.
‘Afterwhich home, to Zach!’ He thought wistfully. Oh, how he hated how his days were so long. But, tis the reality of things. Edmund needed the money and education was important, something he was making sure his son understood too.
As he sprinted down the sidewalk, he pulled off his long sleeve shirt and swiftly pulled on his waiters' shirt. Not caring if anyone saw the strange scar on his back that seemed to be some sort of faded word. Grabbing his brush from his backpack he did his hair and then pulled it back into a ponytail. “Man, guess I’ll have to wait to reapply my makeup if needed when I get to the cafe,” he muttered to himself. He crossed his fingers and hoped he didn’t look too bad in the meantime.
Just as he arrived at the cafe and was about to head inside his phone blared with ‘Fall Out Boy- Immortals’, causing him to yelp in surprise before fumbling to get his phone from his pocket. Triumphant in his find, he answered the phone a glint of worry appearing in his eyes at the contact id, “What’s wrong?” Paling, he nodded, even though he knew the person on the other end couldn’t see him do so. “I see. I really need to work today. Do you think you can handle it until I get off? I'll come home right away.” he asked, almost pleadingly. Relief flooded his features as he got an answer and he hurried said 'thank you' before hanging up and reluctantly heading into the cafe to work.
‘Afterwhich home, to Zach!’ He thought wistfully. Oh, how he hated how his days were so long. But, tis the reality of things. Edmund needed the money and education was important, something he was making sure his son understood too.
As he sprinted down the sidewalk, he pulled off his long sleeve shirt and swiftly pulled on his waiters' shirt. Not caring if anyone saw the strange scar on his back that seemed to be some sort of faded word. Grabbing his brush from his backpack he did his hair and then pulled it back into a ponytail. “Man, guess I’ll have to wait to reapply my makeup if needed when I get to the cafe,” he muttered to himself. He crossed his fingers and hoped he didn’t look too bad in the meantime.
Just as he arrived at the cafe and was about to head inside his phone blared with ‘Fall Out Boy- Immortals’, causing him to yelp in surprise before fumbling to get his phone from his pocket. Triumphant in his find, he answered the phone a glint of worry appearing in his eyes at the contact id, “What’s wrong?” Paling, he nodded, even though he knew the person on the other end couldn’t see him do so. “I see. I really need to work today. Do you think you can handle it until I get off? I'll come home right away.” he asked, almost pleadingly. Relief flooded his features as he got an answer and he hurried said 'thank you' before hanging up and reluctantly heading into the cafe to work.