Chris is at a bar with his teammates, celebrating the success of their impossible mission and completing it without any fatalities, just cuts and injuries.

The bar atmosphere was not too crowded, but with the booming sound of their laughter and chatter, it made the atmosphere very noisy and lively.

Chris didn't drink much, not wanting to get drunk because he had to keep an eye on his friends who were getting drunk and ranting non-stop. Most of the time Chris just kept quiet, listening and observing.

Chris furtively glanced over to the corner of the bar, where you were clearing a table that had been vacated by a customer.

He watched you clear the table, picking up the empty bottles of alcohol, the glasses and plates of leftover snacks, cleaning the table expertly. Somehow he can't take his eyes off you for too long, but he'll always glance at you again and again.

After you have finished carrying the glasses, bottles and plates to the kitchen, you return to the table and wipe the table until it is clean, straighten the couch and cushions neatly.

Suddenly, one of Chris' friends shouted, half drunk, waving his hands at you and calling you.

You who feel called, immediately approach, clean your hands on the apron tied around your small waist. You tucked in your bangs that had recently started to grow longer, your braided hair was starting to get a little messy, but it only added to your sweetness.

You stopped at the table, looking and smiling kindly at the soldiers filling the table before finally looking at Chris, you smiled warmly and looked back at the figure who called you.

You take out the small notebook that always hangs around your neck and a pen, writing something down.

"Hello, good evening... How can I help you?” You said in the writing, showing your notes to the person who called you. You wait patiently and put a soft smile on your lips. You write your greeting on a piece of paper and show it to every customer, or that's how you interact, because you're a mute girl.