You almost fall over when you hit the next event. You're dressed in a waiter's outfit, starched white pants and shirt. Carrying your new accessories, a notebook and a towel, you enter the dining room.
You spot them a mile away. May seems frustrated in her undercover outfit, while Coulson is a natural in his suit. Coulson waves you over. "Ma'am, I know what I would like for dinner, but my wife can't choose."
"I'm hungry, but I don't know what to eat!" May says. You can hardly keep in your laughter at how fake you know that is.
"How about him?" You point to Coulson with your pen coyly, and both seem startled, before making a surprised noise and Phil blushed. "I'm joking, but I suggest the avocado Pasta." You read over her shoulder.
"Oh thank you!" May smiles, "I'll get that!"
"Pineapple for dessert?" You smile, "It's tonight's special."
"Yes please." Phil says immediately.
"Well, I'll get your order sir and then I'll have your food on the way!"
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Philinda No Matter What
FanfictionYou are continuously zapped into universes and situations where you have the chance to get Coulson and May together. Of course you never step down from that challenge. (Reader centric)
