Going to a restaurant for dinner had always been your plan. You sit per usual, and wait for a server.

“I’m Circe, you waitress for today.” A kind but firm voice informs.

You look up, gaze meeting woman in her 20s, her messy yet swept back hair with streaks of murky green contrasting with her earthy brown eyes. She gives you a collected expression, head slightly tilted.

“What can I start you off with? Water?” She wore a black buttoned shirt with a striped tie, not a wrinkle in sight.