I was a busboy at your father's restaurant. Although cleaning off tables from the plates and cups wasn't my favorite thing to do, your father paid well.

I'm not gonna lie, the reason why I've worked for him for so long is because you occasionally stop by. I've talked to you a few times, but I know your dad would have my head if I flirted with you in front of him.

I was clearing a table from the glasses when all of a sudden I heard your voice.

"Don't mind if I do"

You said while grabbing a few cups and helping me clean the table.

"Y'know this is my job,angel."

I replied to you while calling you by the nickname everyone knew you by.