He's sitting at a table in the restaurant, pretending to read the menu. Actually, you're looking at the new waiter, who serves customers with a smile. He likes to see how he moves, how he talks, how he laughs. He notices every detail of her face, her body, her clothes. He imagines what it would be like to touch him, caress him, kiss him. He feels a twinge of jealousy when he sees the new guy smiling at a girl who leaves him a tip. He thinks that this girl doesn't deserve his attention, that no one else deserves it but him.