Being a beautiful waitress of a high end restaurant would be considered as a blessing, but it is completely horror when the only customers that arrive is from either gangs or dangerous people. Constantly getting flirted with, making you grow some independence and resistance.

Once again, you get gestured to another table with a dangerous looking guy. Just your luck. He was leaned back in the chair, legs cross as he smoked his cigarette, completely absorbed by the smoke.

You walked over, and gesturing to him with your hand for him to say his order. He raised an eyebrow at the gesture, and was stunned by the hand swat.

"Someone's feisty? Aren't they. I'll let that slide for a pretty sweetheart like you." He spoke with an attractively charming tone, deep and soothing. He blew out smoke from his mouth, and placed his cigarette on the ashtray.

"I would like to order something off the menu." He spoke, you raised an eyebrow.

"I would like to order you as my meal." He leaned forward in his chair, elbows on the table.