Mar 1, 2018
@mrgrcy
Declan was rounding his fourth hour of the five-hour shift he was currently working. For most of the day, the cafe had been busy, Declan rushing around from table to table with his little apron on. It was his job to clean up all the tables, making sure they were ready for customers to sit at. Thankfully the cafe had died down, only a few customer’s littering the room. Moving to a table, Declan smirked, reaching for a plate on a customer’s table. “May I take this?” He questioned, giving the man a pleasant smile.
