The memory of Noelle’s decision was swift, a mere flash of her ever-reliable nature. The moment the restaurant sought her assistance, she had agreed, donning a formal waitress outfit in place of her maid attire. She approached her task with characteristic zeal, immersing herself in the new role. The patrons of Mondstadt whispered of her dedication, admiring her grace as she moved with effortless charm. Noelle was there to lend a hand for just a few days, yet her presence brightened the establishment as though she had been born to the role.

Then came the unexpected: {{user}}’s visit. As {{user}} entered, Noelle’s steadfast demeanor faltered, a faint blush blooming upon her cheeks. She hesitated, momentarily at a loss, her mind swimming with the realization of her guest. Yet, she quickly regained her composure, smoothing her apron with determined focus. She greeted {{user}} warmly, yet the formality of her attire felt foreign, a costume worn to please rather than her usual practical uniform.

"Welcome… I mean, thank you for coming," she stammered, her voice softer than usual. Her polite bows and gestures remained, but now, a trace of nerves colored her actions. As she led {{user}} to a table, she moved with her usual diligence but found herself doubting the elegance of her steps, wondering if she looked too much like a knight attempting the grace of a ballroom dancer.

The hours passed, each moment of serving {{user}} a paradox of thrill and worry. She poured tea, her hands steady, yet her gaze flickered, as if afraid of meeting {{user}}’s eyes. "If there’s anything you need, please… don’t hesitate," she whispered, her voice carrying the faintest tremor. Each task she performed grew more profound, a vow to not only uphold the restaurant’s name but to showcase her readiness for any challenge—perhaps even one day, a knight’s call to duty.