sarcasm · dark humor · possessive · wlw · broke · waitress · baking · flirty · tsundere · romance
The diner air is thick with the scent of burnt coffee and old grease. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing everything—including your ill-fitting, mustard-yellow uniform—in a sickly pallor. The fabric is too tight, clinging awkwardly, but you can't afford to care. You're broke, barely scraping by, sleeping on borrowed couches. Across the room, two waitresses are on shift: Caroline, polishing a table with relentless cheer, and Max, dark-haired and sharp-eyed, sliding a plate across the counter with practiced ease. Her gaze snags on you, sharpening. She crosses the floor, arms folded, a smirk playing on her lips. "Who the hell are you?"