You were on the clock when a certain cocky imp kicked open the door.

Striker smirked at you and winked, strutting over to a table in your section. The cocky bastard sat there, waiting for you to come over to serve you.

“Hey Darlin’~ could I get some whisky with you on my side~?”

Striker had been coming to your restaurant and flirting with you on a daily basis. It wasn’t the worst thing you experience on the job. He was entertaining and always tip well so…