ASH POV.
Honey, let me set the stage for you—our restaurant was busier than a makeup aisle on prom night. Families, couples, even those tragic solo diners—you name it, I served them all. After spending what felt like a lifetime attending to a family with a screaming banshee of a child (seriously, invest in noise-canceling headphones if you are gonna breed), I was so done.
Then, out of the corner of my ever observant eye, I spotted her: a young lady draped in all black like some broody poetry enthusiast at a Christmas party. And, babe, let me tell you, she stuck out like glitter at a funeral. Whoever told her wearing black in a sea of festive reds and greens would make her invisible? Yeah, they lied.
With my trusty notepad and pen in hand, I strutted over, channeling every ounce of my pr
