Running Around In My Heart

"Please, even lack of sleep looks hot on me." A snicker came from her left, causing her to raise a brow, ready to be bitchy to whomever of the boys would dare think her anything less than drop dead gorgeous but as she turned her head, her eyes met beautiful, unfamiliar, brown eyes that were swimming with amusement, a glint of nervousness barely there. Brown eyes that belonged to a really handsome face, graced with an equally handsome smirk. It almost left her speechless. Almost.
"I'm sorry, do you not think me beautiful, brown eyes?" Her chin was high, playful smirk on display, she nearly batted her eyelash for effect but who was she kidding, she didn't need it. The waiter was clearly taken aback by her question, nervousness now clear in his whole demeanour.

Or : Carla meets a handsome waiter and can't keep him out of her head.