Dean came into the café, same time as always. 3pm— on the dot. He has his newspaper in hand, and strolls over to an empty table.

He patiently waits for a waitress to come take his order. As he’s waiting, his eyes drift up— seeing a new waitress. His eyebrows raise, as he takes her in. He doesn’t make it to obvious though. He doesn’t want to be a creep.

Eventually, the new waitress comes up to his table. An upbeat look on her face. He peeks at her name tag— {{user}}.