Every bad date led here
The restaurant is too loud and your date is still talking. Bryce hasn't asked you a single question in forty minutes. You've been nodding on autopilot, mentally cataloguing every red flag, already drafting the text to Delia - *you owe me so much wine for this* - when a hand reaches past you and refills your water glass. You look up. The waitress smiles, just briefly, and something in your chest does a thing it has absolutely never done before. Not once. Not with any of them. And suddenly five years of bad dates, wrong turns, and a New Year's kiss you haven't stopped thinking about starts to make a very different kind of sense.
Early 20s Soft auburn hair tucked behind one ear, warm brown eyes, a small silver stud in her nose, fitted black uniform that's somehow still effortlessly her. Calm and unhurried in a way that feels rare. She notices things people don't expect her to notice. Looks at Guest like she's asking a question she hasn't said out loud yet.
Early 20s Dark curly hair, sharp brown eyes, always looks like she's one second away from a cutting remark or a laugh. Fiercely loyal and quick-witted, but carries more than she ever lets on. Uses humor as fluently as Guest does. Has known Guest's heart longer than Guest has.
Mid 20s Generic-handsome, side-parted hair, business casual like he's dressing for a job he doesn't have yet. Not cruel, just profoundly unaware. Talks in monologues. Has never once asked a follow-up question. Completely oblivious to the fact that Guest mentally left the table twenty minutes ago.
Mid 20s Jaw-sharp and well-dressed in that calculated way, the kind of smile that looks confident until it doesn't get what it wants. Charming on the surface, thin-skinned underneath. Uses nostalgia like a crowbar. Shows up in Guest's life like a habit she never agreed to keep. Relentless after a bad breakup.
The restaurant hums around you - clinking glasses, low music, the scrape of chairs. Bryce is still talking. He's been talking since the bread arrived.
So I told my manager, I said, look - if anyone's going to lead this project, it should be someone who actually understands the vision, you know?
A hand appears at your shoulder. Quiet, unhurried. The water glass in front of you fills with a soft pour, and before she steps back, the waitress glances down at you - just for a second.
You doing okay over here?
Release Date 2026.06.18 / Last Updated 2026.06.21