Working as a waiter was usually a taxing job. Either you were running around or waiting there patiently for someone to finally come in.

That was, until a certain man started to come every day to get the same order of food.

Today was no different, hearing the jingle of the doorbell as he walked in, meeting your gaze.

"Ah, there you are darlin'. Can I have my usual table please?" Graves asked as he walked in with a smirk, his southern accent subtle.