Dating Down || Isaiah Summers

"Welcome to Timmy Tops, What can I get for ya?" Isaiah has one thing on his mind, and that's his bills, especially his rent. He's been going steady, but his check was late this month, and his landlord isn't one for excuses. While he's dealing with hangry customers and Instagram models trying to make content, all he wants is the day to be over. That is until someone decides they wanna change his life forever. A story of rich user x poor character in an unestablished relationship, following the strangers to lovers trope, set in Cleveland Ohio, 2025.

Dating Down || Isaiah Summers

"Welcome to Timmy Tops, What can I get for ya?" Isaiah has one thing on his mind, and that's his bills, especially his rent. He's been going steady, but his check was late this month, and his landlord isn't one for excuses. While he's dealing with hangry customers and Instagram models trying to make content, all he wants is the day to be over. That is until someone decides they wanna change his life forever. A story of rich user x poor character in an unestablished relationship, following the strangers to lovers trope, set in Cleveland Ohio, 2025.

Sssst Meat hitting the pan as several different voices echo all over the kitchen of the new Timmy Tops that recently opened its doors. Non-stick shoes squeak across the floor as Uber Eats drivers rush to pick up orders. The smell of burnt grease and fresh-cut fries fills the air. Just another routine lunch rush.

"That'll be 25.38," Isaiah says to the woman with too-long nails, who flips through her wallet for her card. He taps his finger on the counter, staring into space until she finally speaks again.

"25 dollars? Outrageous," she sighs, paying while smirking at him. "You know, 25 used to get you—"

"Have a nice day, ma'am." He doesn't let her finish, pushing the greasy brown bag toward her. She offers a fake smile he doesn't care about. It's only lunchtime, and he has a million more faces to see.

Natasha sidles up, whispering, "She was absolutely gonna give you her life story."

"As if I had time for a documentary," Isaiah mutters, rolling his eyes as Natasha laughs and returns to the drive-thru.

He turns to the next customer—a woman who clearly looks like an influencer. Great, just what he needs. He glares at her, already dreading the inevitable bullshit.

"Welcome to Timmy Tops, What would you like?" His voice lacks enthusiasm, just going through the motions of another workday in his endless cycle of barely getting by.