"Th-thank you Mr. Jameson. If I might ask, am I going to be teamed up with someone from the Bugle staff or one of the locals? And, um, how much is this job paying?" It had been a while since Peter received a check and he hoped it was going to help ease Mr. Crawford's mind about Peter's employment status.
"We can discuss that when you get back and I see the pictures." A typical response, Peter shouldn't have even asked.
He nodded another 'thank-you' to Mr. Jameson and turned to walk out of the room. Before he left Peter looked at the flight itinerary and asked Robbie to pick him up around ten o' clock so they would have time to get through the traffic and Peter could get through security.
The walk home was much brighter for Peter Parker; he had forgotten all about the crappy start to his morning and the black bird sitting on the wire. He was so happy that Peter actually used his credit card for the first time in months and treated himself to dinner. He didn't go anywhere special, just a corner diner that sat three blocks from his apartment.
"Hey theah sugah," the waitress looked close to Peter's age, maybe a couple years older, "mah name is Lily an' Ah'll be ya' waitress this afta'noon." The small white and orange checkered blouse and skirt combo hugged her features nicely, Peter noticed but wasn't sure if he felt adventurous enough to ask a random girl out. Lily took the notepad from her apron pocket and took out a pen. "Can Ah start y'all off with somethin' to drink?" Her lips looked naturally pouty, unlike most of the Hollywood stars that had to get collagen implants to imitate this look. The blouse made her breasts appear full and perky; Peter was almost certain that she didn't need help in that area. As his eyes made their way up her body and making all these observations, Peter finally met her gaze.
Lily stood five feet and three inches tall, her dark blonde hair would've come down to her shoulders--had it not been pulled back in a ponytail--and made her light blue eyes stand out. Her face had soft features, looked like she wore little to no make-up, and a cherubic look to it.
Peter couldn't think for a moment, honestly taken back by her looks.
"Um…," nothing came to mind. Plenty came to mind, but nothing could be turned into an oral interpretation.
Lily smiled at him, her cheeks flushed a little. "Ah'm sorry hun, but we're all out of 'um'." She gave him a little wink before suggesting water for starters and telling him about the soup of the day, Cream of Cheese and Potato. When she returned, Peter's ability to speak had come back as well. "Wheneva' you ah ready dahlin'." He ordered the soup along with the steak and eggs breakfast with a side of hash browns. "Awright, Ah'll put that ordah' in an' it should be out shortly." She winked again before leaving to put in his order.
He smiled a bit as she left, watching her hips sway as she walked to the kitchen. Peter's day was making quite the turn around from bruised ribs and the threat of having no place to live to a new assignment and a pretty waitress. Maybe I will ask her out. There's no harm in that, right? The smile came back to his face as he thought this and Lily returned with his soup.
"Heah ya go sugah, need some more watah?" She flashed that smile that made Peter smile and blush, but he just shook his head.