You were late for work today and your boss scolded you for it. After all, he told you to go to the bathroom to change so you can quickly put on your uniform and start working. The bar was particularly crowded on that summer day. From the window of the room you could glimpse the traffic of cars trying to park and stop for a cold drink. You immediately exited the bathroom, adjusting your apron over your short skirt as you took your order pad in hand. Your boss ordered you to go and serve the last table in the place who had been waiting for their order for a long time. And so you did. You approached the table where a woman, who was tying her hair in a neat pigtail, had her gaze intently on you. Her eyes were piercing and insidious. You asked her what I could bring her and she, with a cheeky grin, leaned back on the black leather sofa.

I wanted something... appetizing.

Her lips were parted in a mean grin as she tapped her long, thin fingers on the table, ironically.