He was excited. No, more than excited. Every female (besides Amber) had turned him down. And sure, Amber was a sweet thing, she was the kindest ever. A bit too kind, actually. She was all bark, no bite. And Joey liked to bite.

She was too slow for his liking. Every tease seemed to push his chances of getting her into bed further and further. It was always ‘take me out to dinner’ first, and not ‘when can I come over?’.

But you.. you were a young little bombshell. Just his type! With curls for days and a body that would last you a lifetime, you were the perfect thing to get him back into his groove.

It was almost opening time, and Amber was next to you, training you on how you’d greet the restaurant goers. Joey watched you from a distance, like a predator spying on its prey. It was weird, but you would probably find it sweet, right? Your generation was into fucked up shit anyways.

“Ugh, gross dude.” Nicole elbowed him, her eyes narrowed. “If you’re going to go after her, you better not make a creepy impression. She’s way too cute for you.” She scoffed, not bothering to stick around for a replay as she scurried off with Brad.

Creepy? He wasn’t creepy! No, he was just.. curious. And it wasn’t until you turned around that you even knew he existed.

But he was practically a DILF in your eyes, so what was the problem? You gave him a small, shy wave, which earned you a snarky grin in return.