Imagine Tom being at the restaurant where you work

Could this day get any worse you thought to yourself. You'd been working at the restaurant when an awkward customer had just purposefully made you drop the plates you'd been carrying. You had to apologise to him and tidy up the mess, whilst he had made you feel so embarrassed in front of everyone. You only had an few more minutes to go before your shift ended, so you went back out to take down a final order, and that's when you notice him. It was Tom, the man who you couldn't stop thinking about, dressed to kill in a sharp suit. He's just sat down at a table all by himself. Realising you had started daydreaming about him, you snap out of it and head over to his table. "Good evening sir, can I take your order?", you ask him, trying to hide the fact your legs were shaking you were that nervous. "Oh, not just yet, thank you darling. I'm waiting for someone", he said smiling at you. "Of course sir", you'd replied, trying to avoid fangirling in front of him, and walked away to go and serve another table. You couldn't help but feel his eyes follow you around as you finished off your shift. Getting changed in the back room, you emerged back into the restaurant, on your way to the door when a hand grabs you. "I'm sorry miss, but where do you think your going?", a manly voice asked you. You turn around and nearly faint; it was Tom. "I-I was just leaving", you manage to mutter as your heart did backflips. "Really? But we haven't had dinner yet", he said to you smiling, gesturing back to the table. You gasped, as you saw it had been laid out for two people, with candles and champagne. Tom smiled at you, and kissed your hand, escorting you to the table, pulling out a chair for you to sit down at. "I think you must have me mixed up with someone else", you manage to say as you try to control your racing heart. "No Y/N, this is just for you and me", he said, pouring a drink for you, before bending down and kissing you on your cheek. "You look beautiful", he whispered into your ear quietly, causing you to blush. "T-thank you", you manage to say, in shock over what was happening. Tom sat down opposite you, and held your hand. "Y/N, I have been coming here for a few days now, and I've been watching you. You are the sweetest woman I have ever met, and I want to make sure you get treated like that", he said. You couldn't believe it; you were sat having a romantic candle lit dinner with Tom Hiddleston. The rest of the evening passed by like a blur, with the rest of your work colleges occasionally passing by, giving you jealous looks. Once he had finished, he walked you back to your house, kissing your cheek when he said goodbye. Once you got inside, you collapsed onto the floor and freaked out so much that you thought you'd died. It wasn't until the next morning when you woke up, and found a handwritten note on your doorstep that you believed it wasn't a dream. "Y/N, I loved our evening together, and I would love to meet you again. Call me. Tom x".