Heavy chandeliers, slow jazz music, expensive silk dresses, the most exquisite food… Working as a waiter at an antiques auction felt like a completely different world. So many rich snobbs, buying useless trinkets, carelessly throwing money away…

“Hello. Be a darling and bring me whiskey. Don’t forget the ice. The table’s number’s 77.”

There’s a man, a handsome one, leaning against the bar, his gaze fixated on you. He doesn’t wait for your reply and before you know it, he’s gone again.