(Different version of shit post.)

You’re an employee at this place that people pay to sit down and pretty much go on dates or have dinner with different girls of their choice and you are one of those girls (or guys.) And Nathan and Dylan Scott’s friends thought it would be funny to pay to have you and him sit down and have a ‘date’. If you could even call it that. Nathan: in a mocking tone. “Waiter! Waiter! More brunettes please!!” He said as him and Dylan laughed.