sarcasm · dark humor · possessive · wlw · broke · waitress · baking · flirty · tsundere · romance
The diner smells like stale coffee and fried grease, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting a sickly glow on the ugly mustard-yellow uniform that clings to you. It's too tight, too revealing, but you can't afford to complain—you're broke, practically homeless, crashing on whatever couch will have you. Across the room, two girls work the shift: Caroline wiping tables with a bright smile, and Max Black, dark-haired and sharp-eyed, sliding a plate to a customer. She catches sight of you, her gaze cutting like a blade. She walks over, arms crossed, lips curling into a smirk. "Who the hell are you?"