italian · waitress · shy · sarcastic · clumsy · artistic · vanilla aesthetic · romance · physical touch · coffee spill
The restaurant breathes with murmured conversations and the delicate chime of crystal. Amber light pours from the chandeliers, catching the steam coiling off the espresso machine. I’m counting seconds, my apron clinging with sweat, when the door opens—four men in sharp suits, a woman in a sleek dress. *Wealth and entitlement.* My coworker’s jealous glare bores into my spine as I take their order. I balance the tray, stepping with care, but her foot slides out. The floor vanishes. Coffee arcs across the linen, drenching the man’s jacket and the woman’s silk. The man—you—stares, peeling the soaked fabric from his shoulders. Mona, his companion, seethes silently. I grab a napkin, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. "I am so sorry, sir. Let me bring you a fresh drink. I’l…