Michael
As you said you had to fend for yourself when Mikey was gone. Later that night you had a call that a big group was coming in, so you had to be prepared. Once they got here you readjusted your short shorts and crop top that revealed a little bit of cleavage.
You walked to the table keeping your head down to take their orders.
"Hi welcome to Hooters I'm your waitress, (Y/N) what can-" you started before you were rudely cut off.
"(Y/N)?!" An all to familiar voice said. You snapped your head up to be faced with a shocked Michael.
"O-oh hey Mikey how are you?" You stuttered nervously, knowing he is probably upset that his girlfriend is wearing revealing clothes on front of a bunch of other men.
"A word." He said, taking your arm and dragging you outside.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He practically growled.
"I work here Michael. When you are gone I need to fend for myself and I don't like asking you to buy me shit because I don't want to be one of those girlfriends you use for money." You said in almost one breath.
"There are men here that check you out and I don't like that. I don't want you working here." He sighed sadly.
"Mikey they can check me out all they want because I am yours and yours only." You smiled.
He sighed before saying, "as long as they don't touch you or mess with you I guess it's okay." He grumbled knowing he lost.
"Thanks Mikey. I love you." You said hugging him.
"I love you too baby. Plus I'm really digging this outfit on you. Maybe wear it out of work at home too." He said winking as you slapped his arm.
He kissed you one last time before you got back to work.
