10 hours ago
i walked down the street to the little diner a block away from the gigantic house that mother had somehow managed to afford. i walked in and interviewed for the job they needed. they told me i could start training today. i changed clothes and started trying right away. i didn’t have to train much though because i worked at restaurants back home. after a week of training i was ready to start working on my own. it was lunch time and zach was sitting on a barstool talking to the people as they worked. making them smile. i had originally apologized to joe, our manager, that he would have to be here because there was no where else i could take him. but he told me it was fine. “zach makes the workers happy and he makes the customers smile. he is not bothering anyone.” he had said gently. so every monday through saturday at nine AM zach was sitting at the bar talking to strangers, making them smile. i was skeptical about moving so far from home but i’m actually enjoying living in London. i practically live in the diner, but it’s actually okay. i like it here. we’ve been here for a total of about a month and two weeks. i’ve hardly seen my mother. and i’m not complaining one bit. it’s lunch hour and people are pouring into the diner trying to get food before they go back to work. all the sudden i heard a high pitched squeal and despite being in the middle of taking and order i whipped my head around to see zach jumping down from his barstool and running towards someone who had just walked in. “zach my main man,” i heard the sweet British accent dripping from his mouth like honey. my breath hitches and my eyelids fluttered as Tom Holland looked around the room and his eyes fell on me. and he smiled. THE tom holland smiling across the room. AT ME.