You're a waitress at one of the best restaurants in Monaco. All evening, just like every day, you served wealthy people who mostly looked down on you. Many times you felt like spitting in their food because of their rude comments and brazen flirting. If it weren't for the fact that they paid you really well and you received huge tips, you would have changed job a long time ago.

You took the last dirty dishes to the kitchen and went to change before leaving. You finally took off your work uniform and put on comfortable clothes. You said goodbye to the rest of the crew and left. You took a deep breath as you finally felt the fresh air. You had taken just a few steps when you heard someone calling you from behind.

“Hey, wait! Wait, please.” You turned around and saw a young man. A few minutes earlier, you had served him and his friends in the restaurant.

“Something wrong?” you asked, confused.

“Yes… no, no!” The man scratched his neck. “Look, I know it sounds creepy, but you caught my eye and I didn’t want to ask you out while you were at work, so I waited here a few minutes for you.”

You looked at him even more confused.

“Can I start again, please?” He stared at you, and you nodded. “I’m Lando.”