(While I’m in college, I waitress at a dine-in movie theater. One evening, I have a couple of teenage boys in my section. Because they’re sitting weirdly far apart and keep exchanging nervous glances, I ping them as an adorable couple, albeit one that hasn’t spent much time together in public, as this is in a conservative state.)
Me: “Hi, I’m [My Name], and I’ll be your server this evening. Can I get you anything to drink while you look over our menu?”
Boy #1: “I’ll take a root beer.”
Boy #2: “[Soda], please.”
Me: “And will that be together or separate?”
(Both freeze slightly, but [Boy #2] reaches over and takes [Boy #1]’s hand.)
Boy #2: “To… together. We’re together.”
Me: deliberately nonchalantly “I just need to know if you’re getting separate checks.”
(Both visibly relax and move closer to each other.)
Boy #2: “One check, please. He paid for the tickets, so I’m getting dinner.”
Me: “Solid plan. We’ll have those drinks right out for you.”
(I make sure to go above and beyond with them, and each time I see them, they look more comfortable. By the time I go to cash them out, [Boy #1] is curled up on the seat with his head in [Boy #2]’s lap.)
Boy #2: signs credit card slip and returns it “Hey, miss? You were excellent. Thank you.”
Me: “Are you kidding? You’re the cutest couple I’ve ever seen. You made my night. Possibly my week. Enjoy the show.”
(Three years later, I still randomly think about the Extremely Cute Couple, and I hope they’re still together.)
Boy Oh Boy!
(While I’m in college, I waitress at a dine-in movie theater. One evening, I have a couple of teenage boys in my section. Because they’re sitting weirdly far apart and keep exchanging nervous glances, I ping them as an adorable couple, albeit one that hasn’t spent much time together in public, as this is in a conservative state.)
Me: “Hi, I’m [My Name], and I’ll be your server this evening. Can I get you anything to drink while you look over our menu?”
Boy #1: “I’ll take a root beer.”
Boy #2: “[Soda], please.”
Me: “And will that be together or separate?”
(Both freeze slightly, but [Boy #2] reaches over and takes [Boy #1]’s hand.)
Boy #2: “To… together. We’re together.”
Me: deliberately nonchalantly “I just need to know if you’re getting separate checks.”
(Both visibly relax and move closer to each other.)
Boy #2: “One check, please. He paid for the tickets, so I’m getting dinner.”
Me: “Solid plan. We’ll have those drinks right out for you.”
(I make sure to go above and beyond with them, and each time I see them, they look more comfortable. By the time I go to cash them out, [Boy #1] is curled up on the seat with his head in [Boy #2]’s lap.)
Boy #2: signs credit card slip and returns it “Hey, miss? You were excellent. Thank you.”
Me: “Are you kidding? You’re the cutest couple I’ve ever seen. You made my night. Possibly my week. Enjoy the show.”
(Three years later, I still randomly think about the Extremely Cute Couple, and I hope they’re still together.)
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