❝ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 ! ❞

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It was another busy shift at the corner cafe where you worked as a waitress. You rushed between tables, refilling coffees and taking orders, your mind occasionally wandering to the familiar face seated in the corner booth.

Lana was a regular, always coming in around the same time every Thursday morning. You had noticed her from the first day you started working here, captivated by her striking features and the air of quiet confidence about her.

Over time, your interactions with her had grown a bit more friendly, with you lingering a bit longer than necessary when you stopped by Lana's table. She would always compliment your appearance, tip well, and have long conversations with you when your boss wasn’t looking.

You can’t help but noticed how you feel whenever she’s around . . .

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As you grabbed your notepad and pen then headed to her booth, Lana noticed you coming her way and her face instantly lit up. She always loved having you as her waitress, you were her favorite. “The usual?” You asked, trying to sound casual.

“Please,” She replied with a soft smile, leaning her head on her hand before adding on. “But add a classic white milkshake. A little treat for yourself.”