it was 8:30 on a friday night as me, annie, lydia, and holly filed into our favorite diner. it wasn't too busy tonight since most people were at parties. this was good news for me because that meant the one server they had working would have to serve our table. that server was wil wheaton. his brown hair, soft brown eyes and adorable smile made him completely irresistible, but he didn't go to my school and to be honest i had no clue what school he actually went to. he'd served me about a thousand times since he was hired but i'd always been too scared to ever make a move.
"today's your day, y/n." lydia encouraged me, "just ask him out." all of my friends new about my little crush on wil, but how was i supposed to ask him out if i wasn't even sure that he was interested me.
"yeah! you can do it, he obviously likes you." holly assured me.
"how do you know that?" i grunted, sitting down in our normal booth, second row, left of the door. i faced the tv that hangs down from the ceiling, trying to focus on some hockey game they had on, which made no sense to me.
"he stares at you, look, he's staring at you right now." annie motioned her head towards the bar in front of the kitchen, wil stood with his chin rested on his hand, looking directly at me. as soon as we made eye contact he looked away, pretending to busy himself with the notepad in his hand, scribbling something down. he had on his usual work uniform of blue jeans, a white collared t-shirt and a half apron tied around his waist. to tie it all off is his name tag, i'd examined what it was so many times the wording is etched in my brain, "hello, my name is — Wil, welcome to Skip's Diner" i don't know what it is, but there's something about that little name tag that made him 10 times cuter.
"hi, what can i get for you guys today?" wil made his way over to our table and acting uncomfy. i mean, there's nothing comfortable about serving a table of teenage girls, but he usually is a bit more relaxed.
"hi wil, i'll have my usual." lydia told him, annie and holly agreed. then, wil turned to face me, looking me right in the eyes. suddenly my face felt overwhelmingly hot and i couldn't handle the pressure of him waiting for me to say my order. which really isn't that big of a deal, i was just being dramatic.
"my usual please, and could i have a strawberry shake instead of a chocolate please?" i told him. he nodded, jotting my order down on his pad. wil looked up at me and smiled from the corner of his mouth before telling our table that he'll have our food right out.
"did you see that?!" annie exclaimed, slamming a hand down on the table. "he totally just gave you a flirty smile."
"it was nothing," i denied it. they all rolled their eyes and sighed, knowing that they're right.
once wil finally brought us our food, everyone tried to make small talk with him so he would stay around longer.
"so, what school do you go to?" annie wondered, wiggling her eyebrows at me.
"uh, smith robinson." he looked at me, waiting for my reaction. i nodded my head in interest. smith robinson was an all boy- private school. it's tuition costed more than my car insurance that's for sure.
"oh, do you happen to know grant burgeson?" holly leaned toward him, waiting for his response. she'd met grant at a couple of parties and had an odd fascination with him.
"yeah, i do. he's nice." wil nodded, still standing awkwardly in front of our table, gripping his notepad with 2 hands.
"so, gone on any dates recently?" lydia butted in with interest. he widens his eyes a little before looking back at me.
"oh no, my last date was in freshman year when i had to take my cousin to the homecoming dance." he laughed, seeming a little bit embarrassed. i laugh too, wil was nice, just a little shy.
"don't worry, a boy hasn't asked me out since my 8th grade graduation after party." i joked, which is true. i'd heard about guys having crushes on me, but none of them actually had gone through with asking me out. and i'd gone to a couple of dances with my friends, but not with a boy that i actually liked.
"their loss, i don't think there's any reason for them not to ask you out." he looked at me softly and smiles. oh gosh, he really just said that. maybe he is a little interested.
after a little while longer wil is called back to the kitchen to get another order. all of my friends cheer excitedly for me, saying that wil wants to ask me on a date. they tell me that i have to ask him out now, since he's dropping "hints".
we finish eating and one by one lydia, annie, and holly all slap down 1 $5 bill each then sprint out the door before i can even say anything. i see, they want to leave me alone with wil, very clever. maybe i should ask wil out, what's the worst that could happen. he slowly makes his way to our table from across the diner and locks eyes with me. i just have to do it.
"would you like to pay now?" he asks politely. i nod adding in a $5 dollar bill of my own to the stack then hand it over to him. "i'll go get the change." he walks away to the cash register in the front as i start getting nervous. what if he says no and i completely embarrass myself? i'll never be able to live it down and every time i see him at the diner it'll be more awkward than it already is.
"here's the change back for you, have a good night." he places a dollar bill and a couple of coins on the table in front of me before starting to turn away.
"wait," i call, he turns around, trying to contain his smile, "you can keep the change." i chicken out, wil's shoulders slouch as he scoops the change off of the table. you just have to do it, i tell myself. "also, do you wanna go out, on a date?" i close my eyes as i let the words slip out of my mouth, bracing for impact.
"sure, that'd be great. i'll give you my phone number." i reopen my eyes to see wil smiling happily, jotting his number down on a fresh page of his pad. "maybe we could go see that new movie, i forget the name, it looks good though. i'll just call you about it, i get off my shift at 10:00."
"okay, cool, yeah, that sounds fun." i ramble, just saying random words at this point. he places the piece of paper with his number down in front of me and smiles again. "great, thank you. i should probably go catch up with my friends. i'll call you tonight."
"okay, i'm looking forward to it!" he laughs before turning away. i laugh too, glancing down at the piece of paper.
342-887-3489
p.s. you look very pretty today as always. i'm excited to take you out on a date because i've been waiting forever ツ
-your favorite server,
wil wheaton
