[x] - requested by anonymous (edited slightly)
“Here’s your sandwich, Mr. Parker.” Mr. Delmar tossed a paper bag at Peter, who caught it deftly. He looked around, a small smirk appearing on his face before he followed up with, “Where’s the hot chick?”
“Who?” Peter’s head whipped around, his hands balling into fists.
“Uh, what’s her name?” Mr. Delmar stroked his chin, before one of his coworkers nudged him and whispered something in his ear. “Oh yeah, y/n!”
“Don’t call y/n the ‘hot chick’,” Peter snapped, storming up to the counter. “She’s so much more than that.”