cook!anakin who teases the ever loving shit out of you, flirts relentlessly with you, but if a customer so much as looks at you too closely, he wants to hit them over the head with a frying pan <3
(inspired by @princessbrunette, give her love <3)
when you have to reject another server who’s been trying to get with you for months again, and anakin witnesses it, he can’t help himself.
you’re awful at rejecting people, y’know that? he teases the second your coworker is out of earshot
yeah well sorry i’ve had to use every excuse in the book on that guy you reply, feeling a little embarrassed
i mean seriously, ‘i’m behind on my book club book’? he mocks the reason you gave, feigning a critical expression
i’d like to see you have to turn someone down that you need to see at work every day, ani you roll your eyes, loading plates onto a tray
i rejected seven waitresses yesterday, you just weren’t here to witness it! he tells you, a lie - you know - but a hilarious one
oh really, seven? you don’t have the stamina? you say through a grin
wanna find out? he asks loudly in an attempt to get the last word in before you head back to the dining room. it’s lucky you’re facing away from him, because you can feel that your face is redder than it’s ever been.
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when the two of you are grabbing things at the same time in the walk in fridge, and emerge simultaneously, the line cook who hates both of you rolls his eyes dramatically - clearly assuming that the walk-in is now a hookup spot.
roll your eyes at her again and i’ll pluck them out with a spoon, dickhead he spits instantly, his fuse short when it comes to you.
just because she lets you fuck her doesn't mean you have to be so far up her ass the other cook fires back, and your jaw drops. not only are you and anakin not fucking, but the audacity to say that shocks you.
watch your goddamn mouth before i knock your teeth out anakin seethes, fuming more than you've seen previously. the other man walks away without another word, and anakin manages to calm himself after a cigarette break.
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one night when the restaurant is almost closed, and there's just a group of girls finishing up at a table, anakin leaves the kitchen to use the restrooms at the front, walking past you wiping tables with a wink. you watch as he walks by the table, earning a whole table full of wide eyed, dropped jaw expressions. i mean you know he's beautiful, at least far too attractive to be doing this work, but part of you wishes they'd be a little more subtle. when ani emerges from the bathroom, you wave him over to you with a finger, and he obeys, smirking as he approaches. silently, you stand on your tip toes to adjust his bandana that holds his wavy hair back, which had gone crooked hours ago. he bends at the waist just slightly, making it easier for you to reach, his hands clasped together behind his back.
how's it goin pretty girl? he asks in a low voice.
those girls are wishing you were on the menu you tell him, slightly nodding in their direction and taking a baby step away from him.
well, i'm not, so you can drop the jealous act he teases, beyond satisfied with himself that for once you're the jealous one.
says the guy who almost burst a blood vessel over someone rolling their eyes at me you retort, instantly wanting to deny jealously, even though that's exactly what's going on. this earns a belly laugh from him - the kind of laugh you want to hear daily from him.
well hey, if that asshole thinks we're fucking maybe we should just make it true he suggests playfully, and you shove his arm and turn your surprised face away from him and go back to wiping your tables.
in your dreams, skywalker.
