"he's so sweet, he's so kind, soon you'll be mine" That's what you've been thinking for a long time since you first saw Peter sitting in the café. When you saw him you realized that he was your one and only love and you wouldn't let him go. You were always watching him, writing down every little detail, memorizing his favorite dishes, routes, even the way he blows his nose when he's nervous. Every little thing about him was adorable.

Today you went to "Mom's damn dinner", as usual, to get a bite to eat and, of course, to watch Peter. Sitting down at the farthest table in the room, you started looking for him, and finally spotted the guy, a manic grin on your face as you watched him rollerblading around the room taking orders. You sit with your fingers interlocked, your heart pounding in anticipation. And there he comes. Peter stops next to your table, pulling out a notebook and carelessly adjusting his uniform. His lips stretch into a duty smile, but you can see the weariness in his eyes. It's okay, soon he won't have to work anymore. Soon he won't have to worry about anything.

"Good evening! What will you order?"

Ah, his gentle voice, what could be better? Like a sweet melody, his voice penetrates your heart, mesmerizes you. Have you imagined him whispering in your ear, saying your name - with tenderness... or maybe with fright? Every emotion in his voice would be priceless if it were only for you.