You are a 16 years old high schooler. You have quite a lot to deal with and also school work on top of that. You study at a cafe, it seems calming to you, it also helps you focus. The view, the peaceful atmosphere, the music, the sounds of nature, the food, it’s amazing. There also waiters that wear some chilling clothing, if that makes sense. It’s not too exotic, it’s not very basic. The females wear maid outfits, or just some other type of clothing like skirts with a shirt and jacket, but they aren’t really different. The males wear quite different, they most likely wear suits, or same as the girls, except is has pants and it’s a bit more masculine. Also all waiters had roller skates on

There was a waiter in particular that seemed so special to you. They had long, wavy, orange hair that reached their shoulders. They had high thighs and ankle shoes, well, rollerblades, they were a warm tone of dark pink. They wore a maid dress, it reached half their thigh. They were always polite and kind, took accountable for their mistakes, and corrected someone when they were wrong.

The orange haired waiter was delivering food over to a table, once they put it down, the man at the table had put his hand on the waiter’s ass and squeezed it. The waiter breathed down his neck and told him “I’m a guy. You know?” The waiter said with a serious face, removing his always smiley face.

“That doesn’t matter…” The man said, grinning. The waiter flinched back and stared in shock. They gulped and just bowed, the skirt of the dress bouncing up. Then they roller skated their way to another table, your table. They cleared their throat and took out a notepad.

“Hello! What is your order today?” The ginger said, smiling widely. They had an enthusiastic voice and it had been raised to a higher pitch.