Drowning in Fandoms Imagines

Thomas Parker Imagine

Your POV
I stared through the Chipotle windows hoping the lines would at least become a little shorter. After a couple seconds I impatiently gave up as my stomach started to ache from hunger. I quickly went through the doors. Well, I could barely get through the doors, that's how long the line was. I huffed in frustration and folded my arms across my chest.

This was going to take awhile, but I really wanted Chipotle. I sighed. I really needed Chipotle. I took my phone from my back pocket, popped my earbuds into my ears and started listening to some music. It was better than listening to the repetitive "Um" from indecisive costumers.

After a couple minutes, maybe 8, the line moved forward slightly. "What the fuck man..." I mumbled under my breath. I glanced down at my phone to skip a song. Then, casually looking up to see if I had any luck with the line, I noticed some dude staring my way. He couldn't have been looking at anybody in front or behind me, because they were occupied talking to someone else. The guy was further up in the line, so I just rolled my eyes and looked back at my phone. I hate when people stare.

"Finally!" I said lowly as the line actually started to pick up speed. I took my earbuds out so I'd be able to tell the worker what I wanted. My excitement faded as I realized how long the person in front of me was taking to order. In a raspy accent I could hear him struggle to order, "Can I get a..." I impatiently put my hand on my hip. Just then I realized he was the one staring, "wasn't he just up there-" Just then I was interrupted by the Chipotle employee. "What will it be?" He asked. "Oh, um..." Dammit, I just did it too. "a bowl, please" I replied quickly. I looked through the window where the salsa, corn, steak and everything else lied neatly in their sections. I knew exactly what I wanted, even though I do get the same thing every time. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the guy who can't keep his eyes to himself. I was caught off guard when he actually spoke to me and said "You look pissed...and hungry." I looked up at him, a bit taken back, he had a smirk on his face. "Huh?" was the only thing I could think to say at that moment. "You're staring pretty hard at that food" he said. His accent was...weird....it was deep and rugged, I don't know how to explain it. He was cute, but I didn't really want to be bothered and I guess it was pretty obvious. I gave him a quiet, fake laugh and looked back at the food. "So, what's your name love?" he asked. I looked back at him with furrowed eye brows. "Um, Y/N..." Why was he still talking?!
Just then it was his turn to pay for his meal. The employee held up his burrito, "Just this one?" He asked. "That one too." He said pointing to my bowl. I was quick to object but he quickly said "Don't worry love, I'll pay." Okay...this is awkward. Am I suppose to know him or? I didn't mind him paying but this is just weird, who the hell is he? After he payed he smiled and we moved out of the way of the moving line. "Uh...thanks?" I said unsure what to say. I awkwardly rubbed my arm. "So...thanks for...you know" I motioned my hand towards the bag. "Tom." "Huh?" "My name is Tom."

So his name is Tom that's...not helpful at all. Look, I just want to leave and stuff my face, can't he just respect that? I reached for my bag but he pulled it away. "You're not getting it that easy, Y/N." "...I'm not?" "Nope" he said smirking, again. I crossed my arms. I wasn't entertained by his little game, especially when my stomach is running on empty. "Look, dude-" "Tom." "...Tom...As much as I'd love to stand here all day with you, I much rather go home and have some quality time with my food." Tom raised an eyebrow "Was that sass?" I huffed, "Yeah, it was." "Well, let's make a deal...your food in exchange for your number." Um, what? "My...phone number?" Tom laughed, "No, your social security number" he joked. He pulled out his phone and handed it to me. I sighed. Might as well, I just want my food. He seems cool...or maybe I'm just delusional because I'm starving? I quickly typed in my number into his phone and handed it back to him. "Nice doing business with you" he said with a wink and handed me my bag. I forced a smile, "Bye, Tom" I said walking out. I noticed the place wasn't as packed, I don't think I realized how long we were standing there talking about absolutely nothing. Not even in the car yet my phone buzzes with a text from an unknown number.

Hey love, guess who ;)