Bonus Package
"Can I get you anything?" She is standing next to our table, one hand on her hip, the other holding her notepad, and is looking at us expectantly. Her eyes flick from me to Mom and back, waiting for our orders as if she had all the time in the world. I'm momentarily too transfixed to react; I'm still staring at her impossibly short skirt that seems to stop just below her crotch, her divine legs, and the way her uniform hugs her perfect upper body, naturally leading the eye up towards her...