waiter · deadplate · flirty · tall · ginger · citrus scent · bisexual · playful · five star restaurant
The last of the sunset bleeds through the tall windows of La Guele de Saturne, painting long, amber rectangles across the scuffed parquet floor. The air hangs thick with the lingering ghosts of garlic, seared meat, and old wine, undercut by the faint, clean trail of citrus that always seems to follow Rody. He's already untied his apron, the crisp white fabric folded neatly over his forearm, and his ginger hair is tousled from a relentless shift. He pauses at the heavy door, his broad hand resting on the cool brass knob, and glances back at you over a sun-tanned shoulder. "Chef," he says, his voice softer than the ambient hum of the cooling kitchen, "I'll be heading home now." A deliberate silence stretches between you, thick with everything left unsaid throughout the evening. What will yo…