Welcome To Leo World (Leo Valdez x Reader)

Busboy

You and (b/f/n) were sitting at a quant little coffee shop in downtown New York having an early lunch together. (B/f/n) was currently talking about her latest job and you smiled happy for her then reached out to grab your drink. So focused on your friends words you barely gripped the cup so when you lifted it your drink slipped and spilled all over the table and onto the floor.

"Crap!" You cried quickly grabbing napkins to stop the rapidly flowing beverage. (B/f/n) squeaked and tried to help but suddenly the manager of the restaurant came up and glared at the mess on the floor.

"VALDEZ!" He called to the kitchen. A boy dressed in a dirty busboy outfit stumbled out with a mop and bucket quickly rushing over to your table. He had messy chocolate brown curls, pointed ears, copper skin, and deep brown eyes.

"Y-Yes sir?" He muttered.

The man scowled and pointed to the mess. "Clean this up. I run a high class establishment, not a rinky dink diner." And with that he was off.

The boy sighed and started mopping next to your table. You felt bad for him, he seemed so under appreciated, and looked extremely tired.

"Do you need any help?" You asked him. He looked up, chocolate brown eyes staring into your (e/c) ones.

"No it's okay. I'm used to it." He gave you a small smile and went back to mopping.

A stab of pity hit your heart and you stood up, taking napkins, and kneeling down to help the boy. He looked at you silently thanking you and smiled then mopped along side you. Soon the floor was clean along with the table top and you smiled at the boy as he blushed and smiled back putting the mop into the bucket full of soapy water.

"Thanks," he said.

"No problem," you smiled. You sat back across from (b/f/n) as the boy stood there shifting his weight then looked up at you.

"Um, hey I was wondering if-," suddenly his feet shot out from under him from the slippery floor and his hand hit the table knocking your friends drink all over your top. The boy landed with a thud onto the floor and looked up at you blushing as you stood with a dripping wet shirt.

"Oh my gods I'm so sorry!" He said quickly standing and grabbing a napkin dabbing your shirt. Unfortunately he was touching in a very intimate place. You blushed as did he as he realized where he had his hands. "I-I'm so sorry I'll just go."

He turned then smacked right into another waiter who had a tray full of food in his hands, they both toppled to the floor, food spilling in all directions including onto the two boys on the ground. He blushed looking back at you as you stood in shock at what just happened. The whole café went silent until the kitchen door burst open and the manager stormed out glaring at the busboy.

"VALDEZ! MY OFFICE. NOW!"

The boy gulped and nodded standing to follow the man into the kitchen. Your friend looked at you with worry at your pitiful expression then you turned to her.

"I. . .think I'm gonna stay for a few more minutes,"

She smiled at you and nodded paying for your meal. "I understand. See you later." You both hugged then she walked out.

You sat back down at the table waiting for quite a while until the café was almost closed. Being the last person there you could do pretty much anything you wanted. You got up from the table and walked to the counter to catch a waitress with wild red hair who was cleaning up after the second to last customer.

"Excuse me? Is the boy who looks like a Latino Santa elf still here?" You asked.

She looked up at you. "Oh you mean Leo. Yeah I think he's still back here. Leo!" She poked her head into the kitchen then the boy named Leo stepped out.

"What is it Rachel-?" He caught your stare and blushed turning to you. "Oh. H-Hey. Look I'm really sorry about earlier and-,"

"-Here," you held out some folded up money to him. Leo gave you a confused look then looked at the bill in his hand and his brown eyes widened.

"A hundred dollars?! W-Why would you give this to me?" He asked.

You shrugged. "I guess it's because I've been in your position before. I know how hard it is to earn money in a place like this."

It was true. Before you started working at (your dream job) you had been a waitress and worked long hours to only earn minimum wage and get little tips. You understood Leo's struggle and wanted to help him. You gave him a small smile then left without another word.

Leo stood and stared at the folded up bill in his hand then smiled unfolding it. Suddenly a little piece of paper fell out of the money as he opened it and he arced an eyebrow picking it up and reading it.

Call me. (Your number).

~(y/n)

His smile widened and he shoved the money into his pocket then ran to the wall phone in the kitchen. Surely his boss wouldn't mind if he called really quick to ask you out on a date. He picked up the phone then dialed the number putting the phone to his ear and waited.

You answered on the first ring.