12 What Is Your Order? (2/2)

”I wish we could switch,” she replied. Though subtle, it was clear that the male was interested in her. She had enough experience to tell. Either tonight would end in a very, large tip or a disaster of a night if his girlfriend noticed. Yoona prayed that the later wouldn't happen.

If only they could switch tables.

”Good luck,” Eunha said. ”Who knows. If everything ends well, maybe you'll end up with a sugar daddy.”

Of course, their conversation was purely comical with no serious undertone. Eunha always liked joking around about guys while serving. It was one of the only reasons to why Yoona stuck to this tiring job. Besides, both of them knew Yoona would never go for another guy. Especially since she already had a perfect boyfriend.

One that was good-looking, rich, and kind. He treated her like a princess. There was no need to bother for anyone else.

”You're crazy,” she replied before walking out. While exiting, Eunha jokingly smacked her b.u.t.t, quietly enough so that n.o.body could notice.

Yoona shook her head. One day Eunha's jokes were going to get her into trouble.

Once she arrived to her customer's table, she placed their gla.s.ses beside of them. A continuous smile lingered on her face. ”Here are your drinks.”

The girlfriend did not reply with a thanks while the boyfriend sent her one alongside a charming smile. Probably one that brought girls to frenzy.

”Are you ready to order?” Yoona asked carefully.

The girlfriend looked up. ”Are you ready babe?”

”Of course,” the boyfriend answered. He leaned forward. ”You order first.”

”I would like a...”

As the girlfriend was busy ordering from the menu, Yoona could feel the boyfriend eye her up and down. Annoyance rose up in her body but she continued to stay calm as she ignored him. Seriously, why was the girlfriend sticking with this tool? She couldn't understand.

”A linguine with lobster please,” she finalized.

Yoona nodded while writing down the order into a wad of paper. She silently cheered in her head. The more expensive the meal, the greater the tip. That fifteen percent was going to be hers. The meal added with the red wine, plus the boyfriends meal was going to be a hefty check.

”And you?” She asked the boyfriend.

He pointed to the white truffle fettuccine. ”This and an appetizer of basil, tomato mussels please.”

She quickly wrote their orders and bowed slightly. ”Is that all for tonight?”

When they answered yes, she proceeded to take the menus. When the boyfriend was handing over the menu, his hand slightly grazed hers. When she looked up to meet his eyes, they flickered with l.u.s.t. It was intentional.

Keeping the disgust inside of her, she didn't respond to the touch and left.

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[1] Aegyo-sal is the fatty deposits under the eyes.

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