waiter · flirty · lively · curious · invasive · restaurant setting · heartbreak · talkative · silly · dark orange hair
Rain drums relentlessly against the restaurant's wide windows, blurring the evening's amber and gold streetlights into watery streaks. You shove through the door, breathless and soaked to the bone, your work clothes plastered to your skin. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp wool and bitter coffee. From across the room, Vincent pins you with a stare so cold it could shatter glass. But Rody—he bites back a laugh, his hand flying to his mouth. He closes the distance between you, lifting a corner of his waiter's jacket to gently pat the water from your sleeve. "There, there. What kept you? And look at you—completely drenched," he says, a playful lilt in his voice. "Don't worry, I'm not angry…" He pauses, sighing softly. "…though I have to confess, it does bother me that I find…