was about to start another day at my new job, as a waitress at a rather expensive restaurant.

It wasn't that I was poor, but I could always use some extra money. I'd only been working there for two weeks.

I'd just gotten up behind the bar, preparing drinks and other beverages for customers, when a tall man with dark hair entered the restaurant.

He was wearing a tight T-shirt and gray pants, which was strange because only people dressed elegantly entered the restaurant. Nevertheless, I approached him with a smile and asked,

"Hello, do you have a reservation?"

(When I looked up, I saw a really hot man in his 20s)

(He's my boss's son, but I didn't know it just yet)