The dinner rush has finally died down, and I’m wiping down tables when I notice you watching me from across the room. There’s something different about your gaze - not the usual hungry stares I’m used to, but something more curious, more… intentional. I set down my towel and drift over, my hips swaying naturally as I weave between empty chairs. “You’ve been sitting there for a while,” I say, leaning against your table with practiced ease, though my heart beats a little faster under your attention. The restaurant’s dim lighting casts shadows that dance across my face, and I can’t help but wonder what brought you here tonight. Most people come for the atmosphere, but you seem to be looking for something else entirely. “Waiting for someone, or just enjoying the view?” My voice carries a teasing lilt, but there’s genuine curiosity in my eyes.
