Thomas Sangster GIF Imagines

Dinner - Thomas Sangster

You stand at the front counter of the restaurant, wearing a humble black dress covered by a black apron type thing, required by your job as a waitress.

You are starting the welcoming job at the counter. This is the first time you've done it without anyone by your side.

You review what you say in your head: how many people? Do you have a reservation? Would you like to see a menu?...etc.

You hear the door latch and you turn around to face the costumer.

This man is tall, skinny, and has blonde hair. But what are most striking is his eyes, which caused you to flunk.

Your breathing gets quick, he steps to the table, you look up at him. Staring into his eyes, him staring back at you.

His deep dark brown eyes look kind and sweet but also lustful and desire.

Why was this man here alone? Oh shit! The questions!

You clear your throats, "Uh..." you play with your fingers, "h-how many?" you ask gulping down.

"Love, you don't need to be scared. I won't hurt you," The boy says.

You blush, he saw the affect he had on you!!!

"R-right," you pause, "How many sir?" you ask.

"Two love," he says.

There was it again, Love.

You find yourself staring into his eyes again, him staring back at yours.

"S-sorry," you say looking down.

He puts his hands in his pockets.

"I-I'm not so good at this," you admit.

"Nonsense," he says, with a hard accent.

You smile slightly, "A... a reservation? Do you have a reservation?" you ask.

"Um yes, it's under Sangster," he informs.

"Alright, I'll lead you to your table," you say and start walking towards a table for two in the corner.

"Here it is," you say.

The man sits down and looks back up at you. Then you say, "Can I get you started on anything to drink?" you ask.

"Uh yes love. I'll have a urm...can I have the beer list please love," he asks.

"Sure," you say and head to the man working at the bar to ask for the alcohol menu.

"Hey John! Could I have the beer list for my friend over there?" you ask pointing to him.

"I dunno sweetie. He seems a little young to purchase drinks," John says then begins to walk away.

"Hey wait!" You call after him, "I'll just ask him!" you say.

You walk over to the boy again and tap his shoulders to get his attention, "The man working the bar wants to see your I.D." you say sheepishly.

"Really- oh right then," he sighs and reaches for his wallet, he shuffles though some things and then his eyebrows furrow.

"What's...what's wrong?" you ask.

"Bloody hell," he mutters, "I forgot my bloody I.D.," he admits embarrassed.

A few minutes later,

"Well John's not convinced. Sorry," you say.

"It's alright," he sighs.

"How old are you anyways?" you ask.

He chuckles, "Older then you think love," he says.

"How do you know what I think?" you say resting you hand on the table.

"I don't necessarily. So tell me," he says looking up to you again.

"Okay... you look like uh 17 or so," you pause and he looks like he wants to say something but you cut him off, "But I'd say your 20 something...maybe 21?" you say.

He chuckles again, "Way off love," he says between laughs.

"How off?" you say sort of offended.

"5, 6 years or so, off," he smiles.

"Well how old are you then?" you scoff.

"27," (I know he's 28 now but he's still 27 in my eyes because I want him to be younger)
He says.

A few seconds pass before you start conversation again, "I hope you don't mind me asking...but who is the other person on your reservation?" your ask.

"It's uh my girlfriend Isabella, guess she didn't want to bloody come," he sighs.

"Oh...I'm sorry," you sigh, "would you like to place your ord-"

"Will you keep me company?" he asks sweetly.

You blush, "Um...." you trail off as his eyes scan your body.

He smiles at you, as if asking again.

"Alright," you say, and sit down in the chair across from him.