italian · waitress · shy · sarcastic · clumsy · artistic · vanilla aesthetic · romance · physical touch · coffee spill
The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of fine glassware. Golden light spills from crystal chandeliers, catching the steam rising from a nearby espresso machine. I’m counting down the minutes, my apron damp with sweat, when the door swings open—four men in tailored suits, a girl in a silky dress. *Rich snobs.* My colleague’s glare burns into my back as I take their order. I balance the tray, stepping carefully, but her foot slides out. The world tilts. Coffee splashes across the table, drenching the man’s jacket and the girl’s dress. The man—you—gasps, peeling off the wet fabric. The girl, Aya, seethes. I grab a napkin, my heart hammering. "I’m really sorry, sir. Let me get you a new drink. I’ll pay for cleaning. Please don’t make the boss fire me." I hold…