IMAGINE... d.l.

You Make Me Glow (au)

(in which you're a waitress at a diner and Demi is your customer)

"Okay. So we got an omelette with extra cheese and tomatoes, a BLT with extra mayo, a garden salad, minus the olives and extra ranch dressing, and a chicken fingers with fries with extra salt," you say, putting each plate down on the table in front of each person. They're all teenage girls who look to be about your age. They all thank you, looking like they were laughing at something, and only when you turn away to walk towards the counter is where you find out.

"OMG, look at her legs!" one laughs. "They're so fat!"

You roll your eyes, ready to flip them all off. You don't care what other people think about you. You used to back in high school, but you realized that they don't matter. But now you're 20 and just trying to get a little money. You live in a small apartment in New York, you work at this diner for a job, and you're currently and sadly single and a lesbian. Not a lot of good women out there. And you'd think there would be unlike the men.

You're leaning against the counter as you put the tray down on the counter for the chef to take when you spot one of the most beautiful girls you've ever seen walk in. She's wearing a leather jacket, a graphic white shirt, denim black skinny jeans with rips in them, and black boots. The red beanie she wears on her head brings out her red lipstick and her electric blue hair. She has a full, beautiful face, and when her eyes lock with yours, everything fades away.

"Y/N!" You jump when someone behind you nearly screams your name and you look behind you to see the one of the waiters looking at you weirdly. "Can you move out the way please?" he asks irritatingly. You realize that you're standing in front of the door to the kitchen and he's carrying a tray of food.

"Oh, yeah," you say, hot with embarrassment. "Sorry." He looks at you weirdly over his shoulder after you move out the way before and walks towards the booth on the left holding two women. You look back at the girl to see her grinning at you and you blush harder. You watch her as she sits down at a booth near the window and take a gulp of air. You want to get her before anyone else does. You want to talk to her. You walk over to her, the high heels to your uniform - which is a blue with white buttons and a white collar and a white skirt for the girls - with a menu for her and a note pad and pen to write down her order. Once you're there, which felt like a million steps, you swallow hard down your nervousness, not sure why you;re even nervous in the first place, and she looks at you, putting her phone down instantly.

You put on a smile and say, "Hi. I'm Y/N. I'll be your waitress for today", and hand her the menu. "Can I start you off with a drink?"

"Hi," she says, giving you a gorgeous smile. "Um, I'll just have a caramel coffee with extra cream and a hamburger with extra lettuce and onion and fries."

You write them down, tell her you'll be back with her order, and as you turn around to go get her order, you giggle a little. Coffee and a hamburger? Weird combination. But who are you to say? You've had much weird combinations in food. Especially when you're out of food and need to go to the market. Once you get her order, you walk back over to the booth she's sitting in and put it down in front of her. She doesn't answer. She just leans her chin on her knuckle, looking at you.

You raise an eyebrow at her, feeling yourself blush. "Something wrong?"

"Sorry," she says. "It's just that...you're so pretty."

Your eyes widen an inch at this and you breathlessly laugh, surprised. "Thank you," you say. "You're not too bad yourself." She chuckles at this and it sounds like angelic music to your ears. You turn around your heel and walk away towards the counter, grinning all the way.

An hour later later, after you have your lunch break and give her the bill, you walk back to her booth to see her gone, her plate full of scraps and her cup of coffee empty, two twenties in the leather book with her bill in it with two quarters and three nickels. You sigh, disappointed. You were hoping to talk to her more. As you reach for her plate, you catch a napkin sitting under her mug with writing on it and slip it out, nearly gasping from the writing on it and the red lipstick stain on the side.

Keep the tip, cutie.

And call me. 215-327-6116

-Demi xoxo

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The next day, when you're on my lunch break, you sit down at the counter, stirring your coffee, gloomy and quiet. You had called Demi last night after you had a nervous breakdown in your apartment, but when you called her, all you got was a voice mail. So you left her a message explaining to her who you were since you didn't give her your number in hopes of her getting back to me.

But she didn't.

You waited up all night for her to call, until close to 1:00, but she didn't call me back. Maybe she was busy and didn't have the time.

As you're sipping my coffee in hopes of waking yourself up, you hear the bell tied to the top of the glass doors jingle and you turn around to see Demi step in and your breath catches. She's wearing a leather jacket with gold studs on the shoulders, a white V-neck with a golden choker necklace, a leather skirt with black lace stockings and combat books with a black fedora.

She looks like a fucking goddess.

She looks like she's in a hurry and looking for someone frantically. When she sees you, she gives you a small smile and walks towards you. You stand up abruptly, almost knocking the stool over. "Demi?" I say.

"Hi," she says, brushing a strand of her blue hair behind her ear.

"Hi," you say back, waiting for her to explain what's wrong.

"Look," she sighs, "I'm sorry I didn't pick up last night. I just got your calls this morning and I was at work late last night and my phone was off. I work as a photographer for models and celebrities and I was editing photos and I was up until 1:00 in morning, so...I'm sorry, Y/N."

You're surprised she still remembers your name. "It's fine," you say. "Is that all you wanted to say?"

"No," she says and licks her lips. "I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out sometime. Like, go out to dinner. Or we could just go get some coffee somewhere. I know this really great café a few minutes away from here. I just...really wanna get to know you."

You can't believe what you're hearing. Your cheeks hurt because you're grinning so much. "Dinner sounds great," you say. "I'm on break tomorrow."

"So am I," she says, smiling.

"So...do you want something to eat? Like, are you on your lunch break or something?"

She suddenly looks at her watch and nods. "I am actually. About 23 minutes left."

"Well, we could sit down and talk while you eat," you say, shrugging and blushing, "if that's okay."

She smiles at you, beautiful and bright. "That sounds great."

And you two do just that.