The Baker's Shoppe (2p England X Reader)

The Italian Professor's restaurant and The Unknown Call...

        ~~ Your P.O.V~~

The restaurant didn't really look . . . Oh, . . .what's the word. . . Original. . . I guess. It looked and felt like it was just a refurbished Olive Garden. With lots of Italian knickknacks on the walls and a flag theme bow on the chairs. It's kinda cute. Though the service, was far from a poorly managed restaurant chain. When we walked in we were escorted to a table, pretty much immediately. A man stood nearby the table on the phone speaking in very hushed angry tones. I understood bits of the conversation ,but decided to ignore it. Its not my business. Oliver pulled the chair out for me and I sat down with a blush as he helped me with my chair. Who said chivalry was dead?

"About time you got here, Oliver. You only gave me an hour to get your reservation request fixed properly." The man huffed turning around. "Asking for part of the place to emptied of people?! What are you thinking? You're lucky that I owe you a favor." He noticed me and a look of shock seemed to patterned on both of our faces. The Man had the dark auburn hair and magenta eyes. He was wearing one of the waiter's uniforms slightly modified to look kinda like a chef's outfit. Honestly I was having trouble processing what I was seeing. The man himself seemed startled to silence.

"Professor . . .VARGAS!?" My eyes widened still trying to comprehend what was in front of me. Oliver looked at me raising an eyebrow, probably wondering what was going on, or at least had a suspicion about something. Great we've not got through one date, and I already am getting looks of suspicion from my boyfriend, I sighed to myself.

"Do you two know each other?"

"Oli, you know I'm going to be an interpreter, right?" He nodded softly looking for me to continue." Well, this is my Italian Professor, the one were you complain gives me too much homework. Though I didn't know he worked here. So. . ." I giggle gently, seeing the look of recognition on his face. I kinda remember walking into Oliver's bakery over the passed month with my arms piled high with books to study. Not all of it was for his class of course, but most of it was. When I looked over at Mr. Vargas he seemed deep in thought about something.

"Hmm. . . Interesting, I learned something new."

"How do you know my teacher?" I looked at the Brit confused.

"He's an old acquaintance of mine. He owed me a favor. I also knew that he was the owner of this restaurant." After,Oliver finished explaining, Mr. Vargas snapped out of his thoughts.

"I'm right here, you know?" He huffed getting a little note pad from his pocket."Now, what would you two, like?"

"I would like the pasta special and some herbal tea today" Oliver looked at me gently, while i was in thought." What would you like(Y/N)?"I opened the menu and looked at the choices. Unable to really decide I looked at our 'waiter' and sighed.

"What would you recommend, Mr. Vargas?"

"The special, since it was just made fresh." He said with a smile looking excited about something.

"Okay, I'll have that and some water then." I smiled. He wrote our order down on the little pad then left to the kitchen. Letting Oliver and I talk about random stuff like what we see could change, we even made a bit of small talk about some of the other customers in the restaurant ;trying to make fun of some of the too prim ,and proper people. Until a blonde haired man with the same strange curl, only his is on right side instead of the left. He also had red-ish looking eyes behind sunglasses. I noticed the well dressed rolled up sleeves of his designer uniform. Fancy, I wonder if that guy had his girlfriend make them for him or something.Well, any way, he carried a tray with our order to the table.