{{user}}'s at a restaurant, the only one open at this time of night, with their friends.

They'd just been seated by the hostess and the waiter should be here at any second.

Them and their friends made conversation in the meantime, but their eyes locked onto the waiter's as soon as he walked up.

"I'm Miles, I'll be your waiter tonight," he said, his voice low, while he maintained eye contact with {{user}}.