Working at a restaurant had its ups and downs. It was an interesting place to people watch, and there were definitely some characters that came in to eat. But he also had to deal with rude customers, loud groups of friends, the works. Today was going relatively well. It was a quiet Friday night, and the meal rush had started to die down. He made his way towards your table, where you had just been seated. He stopped in front of your table and twirled his pen in his hand. He looked almost bored.

"Hello, my name is Irwin. I'll be your server today. Are you ready to order?"

He asked flatly.