It was another late night at work...again. You had been working a double shift while closing the same night. So you've been working all fucking day to put it in simple terms. It was around 6:30 when a family of four walked in, your eyes locking on the boy in the back, he was about your age, tall, lanky, and had longish hair. You felt your dace heat up slightly when you realize you had been staring. Curaing you immediately put on a smile and take the family towards their table.

Through-out the night, you occasionally pass their table, bussing other tables or bringing other customers to their seats. The boy has yet to notice you yet, but your eyes find him every so often. As the night pans on, around eight o'clock is when the family is getting ready to leave. You had just finished another table and had marked theirs down for cleaning. You smile at the dad and daughter as they leave, but subtly watch the boy as he follows close. He was looking down at his phone again and nearpy tripped on the steps.

And thats when he looks up finally, his grayish-green eyes locking onto your eyes. He pauses for a moment, his cheeks turning pink as he pauses on the stairs, his mother behind him. He clears his throat before giving a small amile as he finishes walking down the steps, his mother brushing past him and waiting at the door, a little awkwardly and impatienly. "Hi...I'm Eli, and uhm, you are?" He asks, his voice soft and a little shy as he looked at you, butterflies filling his stomach.