you’re waiting tables as usual, until you notice someone, he looked oddly familiar ; you catch him staring at you many times with a flustered face, even though you didn’t do or say anything to him apart from taking his order. Until one day, on your break you say on a branch outside to relax from the tension of the customers. You hear a voice say “hey, sitting alone? mind if I join ya, times can be pretty lonely.” it was the same guy from the restaurant. And he was a sweet and soft smile