Random meeting pt. Six (HiddlestonxReader)

You were ten minutes away from your shift being over, you were glad for that and you were bussing a table.
‘After the way this day went… I can’t wait to get some actual sleep…” you think as you reach across the table, grabbing a plate with pasta sauce smeared all over it and dropped it smashing to the ground as a man grabbed your ass. “Excuse me sir! That is highly inappropriate!” you gaps, backing away and pulling your skirt down.
“Awe come on, babe. Give your daddy some sugar.” The man slurred, grabbing for you again.
“Sir do you want me to call a cab for you?” you ask.
“You can sit on my lap for me is what you can do.”
“(Y/n), I’ve got this. Clean up the mess and go home.” Your manager said, picking the man from his chair and led him away.
‘I hate happy hour here..” you sigh as you kneel, cleaning the broken shards of ceramic up and winced as your wrist got cut. “Oh that’s brilliant…” you wrap a cloth around the wound and finish cleaning. You drop the bin of dirty dishes off in the kitchen, walking out the door of the building and jumped as the drunken man loomed out form between the cars. You went to run back inside when he grabbed you by the wrist and held you there. “S-Sir let go!”
“You’re comin’ with me…” he slurred, going to drag you to his car when someone sent him flying to the ground. He took the cloth from your wrist with him as he fell.
“(Y/n), are you all right?” Tom asked, a hand in front of you defensively as the other man stood.
“T-Tom? What are you doing here?” you blink in shock.
“T-that’s my girl there! B-back off!” the man growled, pulling out a switch blade.
“Oh shit…” you groan, digging into your purse and arming the pepper spray in your hand. “Sir please leave us alone.”
“(Y/n) go to my car.” Tom ordered, dodging a swipe of the knife and blinked in shock as you peppered the man. An off duty cop came and took over the situation. After you had explained everything you turned to your rescuer and rested your head on his chest.
“Thank you Tom!” you whimper, holding back the tears and blushed as he wrapped his arms around you.
“This doesn’t seem like a safe place to work…” he glanced at the building.
“It’s not… but it pays well enough and I’m still waiting on the studio to contact me about having a gallery set up there…” you cling to the front of his shirt as he pulls you closer.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” He breathed in your ear, keeping an arm around your shoulder and led you to his car.
“Thank you, Tom…” you whisper as he sets you down.
“Of course, (Y/n).” he kisses your forehead before he shuts the door and you close your eyes.