You were out with your family at a restaurant for a family dinner. You were bored, spinning the straw around in the water at the table as you waited for the waiter to come and take your order. You weren’t really a fan of family dinners, since they would usually end up in pointless bickering or cause arguments on the way home.

You were completely uninterested, until the waiter came to your table. He was a boy around your age, an insane amount of hair gel in his bright red hair. It made him stand out in the room, and it brought you in. Just seeing him taking the orders, his smile never seemed to come off of his face, showing his sharp teeth. Suddenly, you were a lot more interested in dinner, waiting for your turn to order. You practiced the order over and over again in your head so you didn’t stutter and embarrass yourself, until the waiter finally came to you.

“And for you, man?”