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🍋my waiter- rafe adler🍋

Warnings: slight NSFW towards the end

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Anxiously crossing the floor, I held the broad platter of champagne glasses over my head. I previously took a position at my colleague Nadine's party. If you could call it a party... It was filled with a bunch of rich assholes. She told me it would be a small get together, but when I got to the address she sent me it was a vast ballroom with a beautiful glass chandelier hanging in the center of the room. The room had two stories, both of them filled with older looking people and shelves of expensive-looking nick-knacks. They wore fancy ball gowns, way too rich for my taste, drinking red wine and champagne.

As I passed them, I heard their conversations about selfishness which made me roll my eyes. I continued to keep a smile on my face, as I sauntered with ease giving someone a drink every so often. I stopped, putting the platter onto a round black table, taking in my surroundings. I observed the chandelier again, watching the way the warm golden glow cast little gold specs onto the marble white and black floor. Soft jazz music played in the background of the ballroom. I viewed the massive windows, noting the fact that it was raining. My eyes trailed back on the inside of the place I was in. I began to restock the glasses, adding little club sandwiches onto the tray which I was sure tasted fake, and were there just for looks. Someone that looked familiar strolled towards me, it was Nadine. She wore a red long tight fitted dress, accompanied by silver flats and a handheld silver purse.

Nadine gave me a friendly smile, indicating to my outfit with her hand-held silvery clutch. I wore a black corset dress that hugged my curves nicely, even the ones I didn't want to be shown. Along with the revealing strapless ruffly short dress, I wore black lace-up ankle-length high-heeled boots.

"You look nice, y/n," Nadine commented, her accent almost catching me off-guard. I've been friends with her for about a couple of months. "Same to you, Nadine. Having fun?" I inquired, shifting in my position feeling a bit uncomfortable because I am supposed to be waiting for other people instead of talking to her.

"Have you ever actually organized a party? You have to group together a bunch of Italian, French, British, bastards who just sit around and talk about how proud they are of their offspring. Then you fill them up of liquor and all kinds of costly food. It's just a big pain in the arse because they aren't good company at all. For all, I care they can take their snobby children and-," the woman's eyes locked onto someone in the crowd, and she narrowed her eyes at them furiously, "-..you will have to excuse me y/n... I believe I see someone I recognize. I will see you after the party, good-bye," and with that Nadine rushed off into the direction of the way she saw whoever she recognized. I squinted, trying to see who she knew. I shrugged. It was a long enough break, but back to work. I took a deep breath as I grabbed the platter from off of the table and began to stroll throughout the tight crowd again.

I caught a few people staring at my dress, which made me smile and give them a small wave. I gave more people drinks, 'expensive' club sandwiches, and looked scared when I waved at them for staring, they never waved back at me or returned my smile. Instead, they turned back to their wife with their face as red as a beet. I rolled my eyes and simply thought of men as rude for not returning my wave, scoffing at them.

But one person was standing on the second story leaning on the golden banister. He wore a white and black tuxedo and peered at me very intently. I couldn't see his features very well because I was on the first floor and he was on the second, but I could tell he had dark eyes and a clean-shaven face. He didn't have any tattoos by the looks of it. The man was relatively striking.

Once our eyes met, he didn't dare look away. He kept my gaze intensely, and I swore he even smirked a bit. I felt like he was staring into my very soul and reading every secret I ever had, just by looking at me. Those few seconds were one of the worst of my entire life. Suddenly, the man raised his body from the banister, glared at me from toe-to-head turned, and disappeared into the crowd. Blinking and shaking my head in disbelief, I stopped craning my neck upward. My arm started to hurt from holding the golden platter up in the air, so I switched arms and used the hurt arm to rub my tender neck.