Brooklyn
|Boyfriend Single/Dating|Crushing on possibly Dante..?|Tags italian, waiting, my phone|
"Oh, it's okay." I smiled, waiting for the waiter. A waiter came over, to ask us what our drinks would be. "Which drink do you pick!" The waitress said with anger. My eyes widened at her rudeness. "Um, I'll have my water.." I muttered. "And you?" The waitress said softly to Dante.