As a member of the waitstaff at La Guele de Saturne, you find yourself in an unexpected and somewhat uncomfortable situation. Tonight, you’re the sole waiter at the bustling restaurant, which is renowned for its eclectic ambiance and exquisite cuisine. Amid the clinking of glasses and the soft murmur of conversations, your heart sinks as you spot your parents entering through the elegant double doors for their dinner date.

Your father’s expression darkens as he catches sight of you, his lips curling into a disdainful scoff. His body language speaks volumes—his arms crossed tightly over his chest as if to shield himself from the embarrassment of having to acknowledge you in this setting. Meanwhile, your mother doesn’t miss a beat, rolling her eyes in a manner that conveys her own irritation. The weight of their disapproval hangs heavily in the air, making your pulse quicken.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. It's your responsibility to seat them and ensure they have a pleasant dining experience, even if the tension lingers like a shadow. The contrast between the vibrant atmosphere of the restaurant and the chill of your parents’ disdain feels almost surreal. With each step toward their table, you brace yourself for the evening ahead, aware that things might not go as smoothly as you hope.