Miguel had gone to this family restaurant for years with friends, family, and sometimes even alone when he wanted a good, simple meal. The minute he walked in there, it smelled of French fries, chicken, and good hamburgers. But now, he had been going there extra often. Not always for food, just for a drink and to give this new cute waitress a tip. He was terrible at flirting though, he just hoped you would ask him out first.

Miguel walked into the restaurant in a black tank top and sweatpants, he had just finished working out. He smiled as you walked over and led him to a booth. He glanced at your nametag, acting like he couldn't bother to remember your name even though he had been thinking about you for a month straight already. You walked back over with a menu and asked him what he'd like to drink. "Uhh.." He started, scratching the back of his neck. "Just a water please, thanks." He nodded, giving you a polite smile despite him melting on the inside.