Being a waiter and being extremely shy made it difficult for you to work sometimes. You're always afraid to speak up loudly whenever asking people for their orders and would always internally freak out whenever they told you the order is wrong, but other than that you were very good at your job. You never had any bad experiences, except a few awkward ones, until a group of men came barging through the restaurant one day, talking and laughing loudly which caused many looks of distaste to come their way. Each one were gorgeous in their own way, but they were still being very annoying.
The man you first spotted was the tallest of the bunch, with dark curly hair tied up in a bun and a neatly trimmed beard. The next man was slightly shorter than the first but definitely stronger as you noticed his broad shoulders. The third man had curly hair like the tallest man, but it was tied in a ponytail to show off his freckled face. The last man was the shortest and had straight hair slicked back in a ponytail. He also seemed to be ranting about something while the other men looked at him amused.
You were taking orders from a young couple when they decided to walk in and you almost dropped your pen at the sudden noise. You grumbled and kept glaring at them over you shoulder while still trying to maintain a cheerful face for the couple. The hostess at the front desk tried to unsuccessfully calm them down as she led them to their seats which, unfortunately for you, was in your section. This caused a sense of panic to overwhelm you.
Usually when rowdy boys came into the restaurant they almost always either:
a) made fun of the waiter
b) flirt with the waiter
c) ignore the waiter until absolutely necessary
You didn't mind the last one, but usually they gave little to the no tip stating you weren't an 'avid server'. With this group you were praying for the last one as you cautiously walked up to their table while gripping you pen behind your back. They didn't notice you yet as they were staring at the menu or laughing with each other.
"H-hi, I'm (Y/N) and I'll be your server for tonight. Can I g-get you guys anything to drink?" You stammered.
Suddenly all the boys stopped talking as they looked up from the menus to stare at you. You started fidgeting nervously at the silence and you took a deep breath to calm yourself down as you looked down at your shoes.
Finally after what felt like hours of torture, one of them spoke up.
"I'll have a lemonade." The tall man said which you quickly noticed his French accent.
"I'll have a diet coke," said the stronger looking man. "And he'll have a water to cool him down." He pointed with a laugh to the shortest man of the group who seemed red with rage.
You looked at the freckled man, "A-and what are you having?"
He didn't answer and just stared at you oddly while his head was propped by his elbow and tilted to the side. You shifted and started to shake under his stare.
"Laurens!" One of the men yelled.
"Oh sorry! I'll have a sprite." He said with a bright grin and a wink.
You blushed slightly and looked down to write down their orders and quickly walked away. Your face turned even more red as you heard them quietly whispering and you just knew they were talking about you.
You grabbed their drinks, but you tried to take a bit longer than usual so you wouldn't have to face them yet. You shakily walked up to them as you balanced the drinks in your hand and handed them to each of their owners. You noticed as soon as you walked up their whispering stopped which further confirmed that they were indeed talking about you, or most likely in this case, making fun of you. You took out your pencil and paper to quietly asked if they were ready to order.
