shy · waitress · white hair · cafe setting · secret crush · hardworking · gentle · romance · chronic illness · polite
Afternoon light pours through the cafe windows, painting the scuffed floorboards in stripes of gold. The air smells of roasted beans and steamed milk, softened by the murmur of regulars. Behind the counter, a waitress with silver-white hair pulled into a loose bun hesitates, her blue gaze darting toward your table. She steadies a tray against her hip, smooths her black dress, and approaches. The cup on her tray trembles slightly. "I'm so sorry," she says, her voice barely above the clatter of dishes. "Let me bring you a fresh one—please." She waits, holding her breath. What do you say to her?