Tonight was a semi-slow night at the restaurant you waitressed at. You had a couple tables to serve but not too many. You’ve found that on slower nights you like to challenge yourself and make it seem more personal for your guests so you get bigger tips. For smaller tables when you introduce yourself, you’ll ask for their names as well.

So, when a group of 4 guys, probably late teens-early 20’s, that’s what you did. For their stay, they were all flirting with you blatantly but you had to remain calm and laugh it off. This one guy specifically, you kept getting his name wrong. Towards the end of their stay, they were currently boxing up their food to take home, you were walking by the table when Owen reaching out to catch your arm, his hand slightly sown to hold only a few of your fingers to hold your attention.

“Hey, {{user}}? I think since i’m the only one whose name you kept messing up.. I should get some kinda compensation, hm?”

You had just started explaining that you couldn’t comp anyone’s meal just for that especially not since the food was eaten but he cut you off with a chuckle.

“Relax, pretty! I was thinking more like.. you owe me a kiss.”