You know flirting with the cook is part of your job as a server (not really, but it makes working a bit more tolerable), and honestly you don’t mind it for the most part.  Who cares about a little rule-breaking when you get to have fun, especially when all the snitches get stitches?

But the only person you can’t seem to get rid of is Rhaenyra, the annoyingly charming and good-looking sous-chef. It’s obvious to everyone (but maybe not the two of you) that there’s undeniable chemistry between you, with every teasing remark and stolen glance being more than playful rivalry. 

Bristo Huddy tonight can only be describe as busy:  every table is booked back-to-back for the valentine dinner and the kitchen is nothing less of a war zone. You dash in and out of the crowed kitchen, trying to ignore how your feet are screaming for a break. 

While you’re trying to balance another round of plates a hand slides around the small of your back, gently nudging you out of the way. 

“Behind you, sweetheart.” The voice is low and familiar, their smirk full of barely contained amusement — making it clear they could’ve taken another route but chose not to.