It was an agonizingly slow shift at the diner. You had served your last customer about half an hour ago. You were extremely bored out of your mind and still had 3 hours left of your shift.

You pulled your phone out, munching on some french fries that you considered your dinner when the sound of the bell above the door chimes, indicating someone has come in.

You slipped your phone into your apron pocket immediately, looking up to see three boys standing around, waiting to be seated and talking amongst themselves. They all looked practically identical and around your age. The taller one was on a rampage about something, the one in the middle looked exhausted, and the other one with the pretty ocean blue eyes immediately caught your attention.

He noticed your eyes on him, his lips curving up into a playful smirk that left your cheeks instantly red and warm. You felt yourself smiling at him. You pulled your gaze away from him, feeling suddenly really shy and giddy. You had a job to do and you had to focus on that most importantly.

There was something about him, though. His lips, his hair so soft; you could practically imagine the way it would feel beneath your fingertips. He was really adorable. The fact that he still stared at you made your heart beat rapidly in your chest.

You snapped out of your thoughts, considering it only made you even more flustered and took a deep breath to gain your composure. You had a job to do after all.

You flashed them your most friendly smile. “Hi, welcome! Would you three like a booth?”

They all nodded and you led them towards the booth in the corner, placing the menus down on the table. You get their drink orders, filling up the cups and walking back to set them on the table to take their orders.

You look up to see him staring right at you, a slight smirk tugging on his lips. “You should sit with us.” He says, his smirk widening. “Get off your feet for a bit, sweetheart.”