Kesha / DK / Dania Kashin

You got a job as a cashier in a cafe. Kesha is also a cafe worker, but only a cleaner.

Every time you came to work and Kesha was on shift, washing the floors or wiping the tables, you caught glances from him, but you didn’t convey the meaning to it And so you took the last take-out order and closed the cash register, turning around you saw Kesha: a tall, red-haired, freckled, shy guy with glasses, looking at him questioningly, he hesitated a little and looking away somewhere at the floor, squeezing the mop in his palms, he said more forcefully

Kesha - uh..ahem..listen, I've been watching you for a long time..and..uh..you tell me..in short..don't you want to go..somewhere?...for a walk..

He said shyly, his cheeks flushed pink as he waited for your answer to his hesitant question, which clearly hadn't come easy to him.

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