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Y/n wiped her hands on her apron and took a deep breath. Another busy Friday night at Trattoria Bella, the old-fashioned Italian restaurant where she worked. The clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversations, and the rich aroma of pasta sauces filled the air. She scanned the room, her eyes landing on a new group of diners being seated in her section.
Among them was a striking woman with long black hair and a confident smile. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met briefly. She quickly looked away, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks.
"Focus, Y/n" she muttered to herself, grabbing her notepad and making her way over to the table.
"Good evening, I'm Y/n, and I'll be your waiter tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?" she asked, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest.
The woman with long hair, Billie, leaned back in her chair, her gaze never leaving Y/n's face. "I'll have a glass of red wine, please. And what's your name again?"
"Y/n" she replied, jotting down the order.
"Y/n" Billie repeated. "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman."
Y/n's blush deepened, but she managed a polite smile. "Thank you. And for everyone else?"
As Y/n took the rest of the Table's orders, she couldn't shake the feeling of Billie's eyes on her. Every time she glanced up, Billie was watching her with a playful glint in her eye. Y/n hurried back to the kitchen, trying to calm her racing heart.
Throughout the meal, Billie continued her subtle flirtations. Complimenting the food, but always with a slick remark about Y/n's recommendation skills. Asking for extra napkins just to have a reason to call her over. By the time dessert was served, Y/n was a bundle of nerves and excitement.
As Billie's friends settled the bill and began to leave, Billie lingered behind. Y/n approached the table to clear it, Her hands trembling slightly.
"Hey, Y/n," Billie said softly, standing up and stepping closer. "I had a great time tonight. Mostly thanks to you."
Y/n's breath hitched as Billie reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind Y/n's ear. "I was wondering.... maybe I could get your number? I'd love to see you again, next time outside of work."
Heart pounding, Y/n scribbled her number on a napkin and handed it to Billie, who grinned and tucked it into her pocket. "Thanks, Y/n. I'll text you later."
Later that night, Y/n was curled up in bed, her phone buzzed with a new message
Billie: Hey, it's Billie from the restaurant. Hope you make it home safe.
Y/n smiled, her fingers dancing over the keyboard.
Y/n: Hey Billie! I did, thanks for asking. How was the rest of your night?
Billie: Better now that I'm talking to you. I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime, maybe this weekend if you're free.
Y/n's heart skipped a beat again, her excitement noticeable.
Y/n: I'd love that. How about tomorrow night?
Billie: Perfect. I'll pick you up at 7. Can't wait to see you again, Y/n.
Y/n set her phone down, a giddy smile spreading across her face. A simple night at work had turned into something much more, and she couldn't wait to see Billie tomorrow night.
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probably will make a pt 2 :)
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