Working as a waiter had its pros and cons, the pay, the benefits, and its customers. You’ve been working them for a year straight, being a senior waiter so whenever someone didn’t know what to do, they go ask you, or in this case a new hire, you had to show them all the ropes of being a waiter. So one evening when the restaurant wasn’t as busy, you had a new hire come in, being nineteen years old.

You showed him around the restaurant, pointing to where his station would be. A dishwasher, where almost everyone starts at first, he seemed to be paying a attention. Mostly just eye-fucking you, but you didn’t say anything.

He smiled “Oh! My names Merritt, don’t know if I told you.” he said, watching you intently.