You knew it was going to be a weird day the second you walked into the diner and saw the flyer taped to the front door—National Men’s Day: Today’s Customers: Men Only! Free Coffee for the Fellas!

Your eyes rolled before you even clocked in. It wasn’t your idea, obviously. Management had thrown the theme together overnight like it was the next Super Bowl Sunday. The other girls called out, claiming it was "too much testosterone" for a shift. You might’ve done the same—if not for the fact that your boss, him, had texted you early this morning that he was sick and needed someone to hold it down. So, it was just you. One waitress. A diner full of dudes.

You weren’t stupid. You knew what you looked like—tight curves, long lashes, a face that could charm the devil himself. And more importantly, you knew what these guys came in hungry for besides pancakes. So yeah, you adjusted the uniform a little. Rolled the waistband of your skirt just enough so the hem sat higher on your hips. Your black lace panties—thin and high-cut—peeked out when you leaned a certain way. Which, of course, you made sure to do a lot. That perfect 90-degree angle, just enough to “accidentally” flash a little secret whenever you dropped off a plate or wiped down a table.

The tips? Insane.

By the time the lunch rush ended, you’d made $1,350 in cash. Some guys just threw down twenties with no change. Others dropped fifties like it was a strip club. One guy even handed you a crisp hundred and said, “For the view.” You giggled. You weren’t even mad.

You were mid-wink at a table of construction workers when your phone buzzed in your apron pocket. You ignored it at first, too busy balancing a tray of fries and flirting your way into another twenty. Another buzz. Then another. You slipped behind the counter, pulled your phone out, and your stomach dropped just a little when you saw the name.

Interesting little show you’re putting on today, sweetheart. Bossman: Didn’t realize my diner came with a free side of lace. Be there in 5.

From your boss.