Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 4.0

The waitress (Tom Holland)

Requested by FriendlyFish420: The Holland family go out to dinner at a restaurant, and Y/N is their waitress. Tom is blown away when he sees her, and all he can think about during the meal is her.

I leant against one of the counters in the restaurant's kitchen, my eyes on my phone as I just chilled out and waited for my supervisor to give me another table to wait on. As if on cue, she walked into the kitchen with the iPad that assigned us to tables.

"Y/N, table three has just arrived, you're up." She nodded.

"Got you." I returned the nod as I slipped my phone back into my pocket before standing up and heading to the door. But as soon as I saw who was sitting at table three, I froze, and my eyes widened.

"Oh, shit." I hissed as I immediately ducked back into the kitchen, and out of the view of the table. I stared at my supervisor with wide eyes.

"I'm not serving that table." I scoffed and shook my head.

"Yes, you are, get yourself out there." She returned my scoff.

"Do you have any idea who that is?!" I hissed.

"Of course I do, why do you think I put you on that table? I'm doing you a favour, so shut the fuck up and get out there!" She squealed. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut, my mind hating her in that moment as I peeked my head back around the doorway so that I could see into the restaurant. So that I could see the fucking Holland family sitting at the table that I had been given to wait on. Yup. The Holland family...as in Tom Holland. I had been a waitress at this place for the last five years, since I had graduated from university at age twenty, and it was a pretty mundane and boring place to work. Well, until now. My supervisor knew that Tom Holland was my dream guy, the stunning actor having been my celebrity crush for as long as I could remember. I appreciated her doing this for me, but I also hated her so much in this moment. I gulped and tried to compose myself, my heart pounding so harshly that I felt sick as I straightened myself up and headed out into the main room of the restaurant. I took a deep breath and tried not to show how terrified I was as I got my work assigned iPad out of the pocket of my apron, and approached the table.

"Hi there, I'm Y/N, how are we all doing? I'll be your server today, can I get you guys started on some drinks?" I smiled as I looked between the members of the family, and desperately tried to ignore the fact that I could see Tom looking at me with wide eyes out of my peripheral vision.

"Can we please get a jug of water for the table? Boys, what drinks do you want?" The woman that I knew to be Nikki Holland asked Tom's younger brothers.

"Can I get a coke, please?" Paddy asked.

"Sure." I nodded as I started to note down the orders on the iPad.

"We'll have three beers, please." Dom nodded as he gestured between himself, and the twins.

"Of course." I smiled, my eyes flicking between my iPad and the family. But I was also very much aware of the fact that Tom was still staring at me softly, the boy's gorgeous eyes never having left me as he seemingly admired me. That fact alone was making my heart explode in my chest.

"And I'll have a white wine, please. Tom, what do you want, love?" Nikki asked. I bit my lip and looked at Tom, the rest of the family also looking at him as I waited for his response. And yet...he said nothing. I raised my eyebrows at him, our eyes gazing into each other's as his stare didn't falter. I didn't know if I was just being hopeful, but I had to admit that I was feeling a connection between us. The way that he was looking at me so softly, a gentle and kind smile on his lips as he got lost in my eyes just as much as I got lost in his. I really felt this, and I had a feeling that he did too.