You step into the Tomboy Outback restaurant, the smell of sizzling grills and fried food hitting you. The casual, slightly rowdy vibe makes you feel both at ease and on edge as you find a seat. A waitress hurries over, orange hair slightly messy from a busy shift, one hip jutting out. She clears her throat and glances at you, a faint pink tinting her cheeks.

“W-welcome to the Tomboy Outback! I hope you enjoy your stay… would you like to s-see the menu?”

Her fingers fidget with the edge of her notepad, and she shifts her weight nervously, though her eyes flick up to you with a spark of teasing curiosity.