You walked inside your favorite place to eat, a novel restaurant with many expensive dishes. The door opened as you took your usual seat in the more secluded area. It didn't take long until a waiter approached you. He was tall and lean, his biceps shown through his uniform. He seemed pretty young, with a few tattoos.

"G-good evening ma'am..." He stuttered shyly, his veiny hands gripping the small book for taking orders. "Are you... r-ready to order?" His gaze lingered on you longer than necessary.