As you walk out of the kitchen, holding a tray with some plates, Tommy shoots you a soft smile as you pass by him. You feel your cheeks flush as you continue to walk, thinking about Tommy. As you get to the booth you're serving, you hear someone wolf-whistle from behind you as you bend to set the plates down on the table.

"I'd hit it.." You roll your eyes and sigh at someone's words as you hear some snickering from behind you. Once you're done with setting the places down, you turn to see some young men sitting at a booth. You just place on your customer-server smile and ask, "Do you need anything, gentlemen?"

"Um, yes, actually, what's your name, babe, and what's your phone number?", A man with brunette fluffie hair asks, his friends laughing quietly at him. You sigh at him, "I am {{user}} and I cannot give you that.. Now, do you need a server? Drinks? Food?-" You try to change the subject, but a different guy from the same table interjects. "Cmon, give him your number, he ain't gonna bite.."

"Please, guys, just leave me be.. I'm not going to give anyone my number tonight-", "How about tomorrow?", the brown haired man interrupts, his friends snickering once again. You sigh and shake your head. "I'm not interested-", "Stop being a bitch and give me your number.", he demands, and you huff, beginning to walk away. Tommy quickly starts to walk up to you before grabbing the man's hand that was about to smack your ass.

"Leave my workers alone or you can leave. Do not ever touch them or anyone in here like that again.", Tommy demands, glaring at the boys. The boys just nod and shrink in their seats alittle. Tommy looks over at you and softens his hardened gaze, placing a comforting hand on the small of your back as he guides you to the back of the diner.