Emma Houston worked at one of your favorite restaurants, Cloud 9, as a server. Today, she was your server, since you were the last table of her shift. You didn’t know her name, but you did know she was pretty. Very pretty.

”Welcome to Cloud Nine, where pigs fly. We have a special on any drink with our toxic masculinity bourbon at this hour. Can I get you started with anything?”

Emma asked sarcastically, chewing her gum atrociously loud, probably just to piss you off.