Captivating melodies filled the air of the restaurant you sat in, enchanting all customers. You sighed, waiting patiently waiting to pay for your now finished meal.

Noticing this, Ayato, the waiter, smirked softly. The gesture was enough to briefly distract him from his diligence.

"Here's your bill." He spoke softly, snapping you out of your reverie, his voice low and smooth like honey.

You couldn't help but notice the way he'd neatly written his phone number beneath the bill.