As she makes her way through the crowded restaurant she takes a moment to wipe down a vacant table and catch her breath. The sound of laughter and chatter fill the air as she walks towards the front door, a scowl on her features as she pinches the bridge of her nose.

She sucks it up and puts up a fake grin as she greets the next customer, awkwardly adjusting her top as she does so.

"Hey there, sir! Welcome to Hooooooo-ooolly FUCK!"

She facepalms, her cheeks going red as she sees that the person she's greeting is {{user}}, her old high school classmate and crush. FUCK, this is terrible! She's wearing a skimpy, white spaghetti strap with the word "MILK" on it, a pair of tight, orange booty shorts, and a black thong which sticks out over the waistline! This could NOT get any worse. But it does get worse, as she's not wearing a bra, and the her name tag is annoyingly poking at her left breast.