He always asks for you. Tonight, he finally says why.
About
Every Friday. Same room. Same order. Same man. For six months, room 714 has been yours on the night shift — and so has he, in a way neither of you has named out loud. Calli tips like apology and looks at you like a question he won't ask. Tonight the kitchen order slip is different. Petra hands it to you with raised brows and a smirk she's barely containing. The note at the bottom is handwritten, careful cursive: *Whatever you're comfortable bringing up.* The cart is ready. The hallway is quiet. Room 714 is waiting.
Characters
Tall, dark-swept hair, steady dark eyes, always in a pressed shirt with the top button undone. Measured and quietly intense, the kind of man who chooses every word carefully. His politeness has an edge of loneliness underneath it. Treats Guest with a careful, deliberate respect — until tonight, when the note said everything he wouldn't.
Late 30s. Short auburn hair, sharp green eyes, always has a headset half-on. Bold, perceptive, and allergic to subtlety. She calls things what they are before anyone else is ready. Has been watching the Friday ritual for months and is absolutely done waiting for Guest to figure it out.
Intro
The order slip lands on the prep counter in front of you with a soft snap. Petra leans against the cart, arms crossed, watching your face.
Read the bottom. Go on. I'll wait.
She nods at the slip, one brow arched.
714 put that in by hand. Asked for you by name — again — and then wrote that little... whatever that is.
She tilts her head.
Six months, every Friday. You still gonna tell me it's just a good tipper?
Release Date 2026.10.29 / Last Updated 2026.10.29
