The dim lights of the restaurant at 7 pm made a nice atmosphere, the chatter if the guests coming through to the kitchen where your senior was at work. You'd only recently gotten this job as a waitress, in need of some money to pay off your crippling student debt. Fortunately, everyone was very accepting here, and especially that older boy. A nice boy. A sweet boy who wouldn't dare get a crush on you, even moreso act on it or even think about it. It was nice to have work friends. You came into the kitchen, leaning onto the counter. He was washing dishes, and came over to you, leaning in closer to you and smirking. "Got more work for me?" He tilted his head a little, leaning his chin to the palm of his hand. It was admittedly adorable.