𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 🦋

oh waitress! || tim

(credits to theoutsiders-oneshots 💦)

A/N: this is the 100 post sorry i didn't realize i posted the previous story up already....

You enjoyed working. Your co-workers were cool, you were able to move around and interact with people. The pay was alright too. Being a waitress you received tips every time you worked, on top of your initial pay. The best part of your job was flirting with one of the customers who frequented the restaurant. It was a mutual thing. He would say something and you would say something just as dirty back. He never failed to make you excited. He had told you his name was Tim the first time he had met you, he was flirting with you as soon as you came up to his table. You always made sure you were the one to be his waitress after that, plus no one else wanted to. Sometimes you didn't have a choice anyway. Such as when you were the only waitress working. You didn't like being the only one there because you weren't able to spend as much time talking with him. Even though it was a small restaurant it could get very busy at times. Lunch was always exceptionally busy as was supper time. Breakfast not so much unless it was a Sunday but even then it was more around the brunch time. A really important positive with Tim was that he always left you really good tips. Especially if the flirting was real good.

You thought back to when you had first met him. He was taller than you, hair greased up, a scar from his forehead to his chin. In your opinion it made him look hot and tuff. You had recently learned what the word 'tuff' meant, it was a popular word in Tulsa at the time. He wore a leather jacket, brown t-shirt underneath and blue jeans. Your co-workers didn't want to serve him because he was 'obviously a greaser', they'd told you in the kitchen. You were new to town and didn't know what it meant along with 'tuff'. They explained but you didn't care what he was. You were from New York and had seen all sorts of stuff, some guy that was part of a gang who wanted to eat at a restaurant didn't faze you. You offered to seat him and be his waitress which they all agreed to easily. They said he would probably make a mess and then ditch the bill but you figured you'd give him a chance.

Walking up to him with a smile on your face you introduced yourself. "Hi, I'm Y/n and I'll be your server today." He looked you over and smirked, his eyes lingering on your chest and hips. You acted normal, pretending not to notice. Being a waitress it was typical for guys to stare in a lustful way.

"I'm Tim. Are you new here or something?"

You give him a questioning look and respond curiously. "Yes, how did you know?"

"Most waitresses would refuse to serve me and they sure as hell wouldn't be this friendly." He disclosed, keeping eye contact with you. He wanted to know more about you and how you were acting so casual and happy-go-lucky with him.

"Oh. Is that 'cause you're a greaser? It is greaser right?" You look up into space trying to remember what it was called.

"Yep." He nods. "So if you know why are you so calm?"

"Why shouldn't I be?" You tilt your head to the side slightly.

He remained silent and just shrugged his shoulders. "You're alright, babe."

"You're not too bad yourself, babe." You tease.

He grinned. "I wouldn't mind you callin' me that." You both shared a special gaze, each of you smirking. You suddenly remembered you were at work.

"Anyway, what can I get for you?"

"What do you recommend?" Tim leaned in close to you with a hand on his cheek.

"Pancakes are always a good choice in the morning." You pause. "With extra whipped cream." Ending the sentence with a wink.

"I'll take it."