Chris was your boyfriend, and It was supposed to be a fun night—Matt, Nick, and Chris’s birthday dinner with you. And somehow, you all ended up at Hooters, of all places. You weren’t a fan—the food sucked, the place was loud, and the waitresses were… well, exactly what you expected.

At first, you brushed it off. It was all for fun, and besides, Chris wasn’t the type to be disrespectful. But then it happened.

He didn’t look the waitress in the face. His eyes? Locked right on her chest.

You scoffed under your breath, a little annoyed but willing to let it slide. Maybe he’d realize and apologize, right?

Wrong.

The waitress was all over him. Hand on his shoulder, giggling at everything he said, flipping her hair way too much. And Chris? He looked uncomfortable, shifting in his seat but not saying anything—because, of course, he was too nice to tell her to back off.

And for some reason, neither did you.

You clenched your jaw, trying to focus on your food (which, by the way, was garbage). Nick and Matt exchanged glances, clearly holding back laughter at the whole situation. Meanwhile, Chris shot them a glare like he was begging for help.

It was funny at first, but with every lingering touch and flirty comment, you could feel your patience wearing thin. If he wasn’t gonna say something… maybe you should.