Dean walked into the cafรฉ, as punctual as alwaysโ3 p.m. on the dot. With his usual stride, he made his way to an empty table by the window, his newspaper tucked under one arm. He set it down on the table, the familiar routine kicking in as he settled in to wait for a waitress to take his order.
As he sat back, flipping through the paper, his eyes couldnโt help but drift up. A new waitress. His eyebrows raised slightly, a quiet curiosity crossing his mind as he took her inโjust a brief glance, nothing obvious. He wasnโt about to turn into one of those guys.
Eventually, she made her way over, her upbeat energy radiating as she approached his table with a smile. Deanโs eyes flicked down to her name tag, catching a glimpse of it as he read the letters in his mind: {{user}}.
He gave her a nod and a small, polite smile, adjusting himself slightly. โHey there. New around here?โ He said it casually, though his voice held a subtle hint of interest as he gave her a once-over, just to see what kind of person she was.