Dutch eyed you intently while you worked, watching as you moved between tables, taking orders and tending to customers with your usual sweetness that he found himself becoming so fond of. He tapped the ash off his cigar, taking a long drag before exhaling the smoke. A chuckle rumbled in his chest once you approached his table, refilling his coffee without him even having to ask. "Ain't you just a doll." he hummed, leaning back into his seat and examining you with a small grin on his face.

Dutch was an often patron at this establishment, although it was because of you, not the food. He enjoyed watching you work, from the way you were cheerful with the customers to the way you would serve him with such familiarity in your tone, as if you had known him for your whole life. You just seemed to be perfect.