You had entered this cute cafe all because one of the waiters was so dang good looking. The way his hair was styled, that tattoo across his nose bridge, oh and let’s not forget that cute personality of his.

“W-what may…I-I g-get you?” His hands shook and he looked flustered. His cheeks were bright red and he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. He stuttered again.

How can he not when you’re literally his type? He wanted to talk more with you, get to know you, but god was it hard for him.