NEEDY - B.E. IMAGINES

the diner

The hum of the jukebox played softly in the background as Billie stepped into the little diner on Main Street for the first time. She wasn't planning on stopping by—it was a spontaneous decision, her stomach grumbling from her morning run. The diner was busier than it looked from the outside, almost every booth was filled with families and couples and regulars. Her nose filled with the smell of bacon and freshly brewed coffee. She quickly slid into an empty booth, taking in her surroundings. The walls were covered with old records and posters, as well as framed pictures of the owner with customers and celebrities. A menu was dropped onto her table by a passing waitress. Billie picked it up and glanced over it.

"Morning, what can I get you?" a warm voice lured Billie away from her browsing. She looked up at the waitress who stood at the edge of the table with a notepad and pen ready to go. The waitress's hair was up in a clip, a few strands falling out but tucked behind her ear. She wore a pink uniform, the same one that the other waitresses were wearing, but it looked better on her. The uniform was a bit rumpled, a few top buttons undone, and on the left side of the uniform was a small, rectangular pin, engraved with her name.

y/n

"Uh," her mouth got dry as she looked at the waitress with a blank expression. Realizing she was staring, she snapped her eyes back to the menu, the words on the laminated pages blurring. Billie blinked a few times, an effort to clear her vision and perhaps to burn the image of y/n into her brain. Deciding she forgot how to fucking read, she dropped the menu, tapping her fingers on it.

"Coffee," she forced out. Billie must've forgotten how to speak too. The only person she could blame for her illiteracy was y/n; her pretty eyes and welcoming smile made Billie's intellect shrink to that of an infant.

"Anything else?" Billie's eyes lingered on the woman above her.

"Do you guys have, uh, pancakes?"

The waitress giggled. She considered replying with some smart response, but judging by the helpless look on her customers face, she kept the thought to herself.

"The best in town," y/n winked, pointing her pen at a large banner hanging by the door to the kitchen. Billies looked in the direction the pen was pointed at.

"Voted as the BEST Pancakes of Rosewood in 2016"

Billie raised an eyebrow.

"It's been a while," y/n shrugged. "Do you want anything with those pancakes?
"No, thank you." Billie handed back the menu, clearing her throat.

"Alright, i'll be back with your food in a bit!" the waitress flashed her a grin and walked away. Billie watched closely as y/n gave her order to the kitchen, before assisting a family of 4. She smiled at the view from a few booths away, y/n's persistent smile and her soft tone of voice when she spoke to the little kids sitting at the table. A few strands of hair escaped her clip, and she let them stay in front of her face. Even with her cheeks flushed from the heat, her hair damp with sweat, and her scent of coffee and burnt food, Billie thought she was the prettiest girl in the world.

After enjoying the best pancakes Billie had ever eaten, Billie left the diner, but not before leaving a hefty tip. She drew a smiley face on a napkin, and dropped three twenties into the check. She looked back to her booth right before stepping through the door, but did not catch a glimpse of the pretty waitress working. It was no worry for her, she would be back the next day anyways.

-

By the end of the week, Billie had memorized y/n's work schedule. Opening shifts monday, wednesday and friday, closing shift on tuesday and thursday, doubles on saturday. When Billie walked into the diner Sunday morning, the smell of bacon and coffee now familiar, she didn't see the pretty waitress. her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes scanned the small restaurant, looking for y/h/c hair.

"S'cuse me, is y/n in today?" Billie asked an older waitress. She paused wiping the counter to look at the girl.

"I'm sorry hun', she's not in today." She gave her a sympathetic smile and continued working.

"Oh okay," Billie looked down and began to play with her fingers.

"She'll be in tomorrow, I can tell her you swung by," the waitress turned her back to Billie, taking out something from a cabinet. "You are?"

"I'm Billie," she said quickly, before realizing her mistake. "But don't mention I was here, I'll just come by tomorrow. Thanks."

Billie scrambled out of the diner with haste. The last thing she needed was y/n to think she was a stalker. Billie's new obsession with the cute waitress was becoming too much, and asking a coworker about her hours was pushing the line.
She hoped that Billie's appearance this morning at the diner wouldn't be made known to the girl. She thought briefly about skipping a visit on Monday, but decided against it.

-

After her morning run, Billie made her way through the shiny doors of the diner. She slid into a new spot; a booth in the back. She sat so that she faced the rest of the restaurant, giving her a perfect view of y/n. It wasn't long before the girl came strutting up to her booth and taking her order.

"Back again, huh?" The waitress asked. Billie's tongue slipped out to wet her lips. She smiled up at the gorgeous woman. Y/n's hair was freshly washed and curled, the lockes framing her face. Her uniform was clean and crisp, not a single wrinkle in the smooth fabric. Y/n must've just gotten in; because for the first time Billie could smell her sweet coconut perfume, usually overpowered by the scent of whatever was cooking in the kitchen.

"What can I say, it's the pancakes," Billie smiled cockily, pointing to the same banner her waitress had pointed to during her first visit.

"Right, the pancakes," y/n gave her a sly grin. "Is there anything I can get you Billie?"

Billie's breath got caught in her throat. Her eyes widened, a flash of panic reflecting in her cool irises. She played her reaction off with a single cough, before clearing her throat.

"Waffles, thanks," she forced out, avoiding y/n's gaze. The waitress giggled as she walked away, her hair swaying with every step. Billie's eyes averted to the waitress she had spoken to the day before. She had done exactly what Billie had asked her not to do. She sighed, resting her elbows on the table and burying her face into her hands. She definitely looked like the biggest creep; her chance with the waitress she had laid eyes on was long lost.

Not long after she left, y/n came back and placed the plate of waffles in front of billie. They looked delicious, fluffy and crispy, drizzled with syrup and coated with a small square of melted butter. Billie's face soured, the waitress noticed.

"Lost your appetite?" y/n asked sweetly. Billie avoided her gaze, nodding. "I'll get you a to-go box."

"Thank you," she mumbled. Her face red with embarrassment, she waited awkwardly for y/n to return. When she did, y/n carefully packed the waffles into the container and placed a check on the table before walking away. Billie picked it up and read her total.

"On the house, pretty girl ;) 219-327-5532"

Billie bit back a smile, and looked for y/n who was already staring at her from the register. She grinned at her, making a fake phone with her hand and bringing her fist to her ear. "Call me" she mouthed.

It was the first thing Billie did when she came home.

-
hi guys
let me know if you want a pt 2 to this!
schools been kicking my ass but i really wanna get back into writing so i will try my best to update.
also i saw billie a month ago it was the BEST thing ever. the pic above is one i took while billie sang the diner!
ok ily bye
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