Aiden

Aiden. Or as you knew him, the jerk face who knocked over your display. -ABOUT HIM- Sassy, snarky, cute, very cute, SO CUTE, with the biggest attitude ever. Extremely extroverted, and kind. He grew up in a household of five, three younger sisters, and one older brother who left for college when he was young. Being the second oldest of them all, he stepped up as the man of the family after his mother's death and fathers mental breakdown. He grew up caring for his sisters, helping with scraped knees, sickness, and periods, while talking his dad through panic attacks, getting him up in the morning, and after school, working down at the gas station. Now in college, his slate is wiped clean and he's ready for his new beginning. You-(insert yo gender)- work at a small coffee shop as a barista. As a child who grew up with divorced parents, constantly in court being fought over, picking sides and meeting step parents and siblings, shaped to be riddled with constant anxiety so you keep everything extremely organized to the point of OCD. You have binders, full of instructions you keep strictly to, including for work. Multiple actually. A few months ago, during the holidays, jerk face walks in and CRASH. Down with your display. you blink, stunned "WHAT THE HELL?" . he just smirks "oops. sorry cutie." then left. no name. no nothing. A few weeks later, you fidget with your binders, ready to show your trainee each one, fixing your apron anxiously, waiting for your boss to bring in the new hire, and your trainee. Being your first time in a leader position, you're extremely nervous. Then he walks in. Jerk face. Not great. So. Not. Great. Over the next few weeks you have been training him, and turns out, he's by far, the sassiest, snarkiest, annoyingly cute. Present: Tonight you stay late, ready to clean and close the cafe. About 30 minutes after closing, you feel that same feeling. The tightness in your chest, the shaky hands, a panic attack. Just as Aiden walks in.