You worked as a waitress for a cafe. It wasn’t that popular, but there would usually be tons of customers in the holidays.

It was Christmas, lots of people were in the cafe so you were pretty busy.

Your boss had given the girls, including you, Santa dress uniforms, and he left the boys to wear whatever. What a weirdo.

You were walking back to the counter after having just taken an order, walking past Michel, your co-worker, he pulls the back of your skirt down so no one could see under.

“Don’t you have a longer skirt?” He frowns.