During university, I used to work on the western coast of the United States. I had an internship with an accounting house based out of Washington state. I used to occasionally visit a locally owned restaurant due to its close proximity to my work location. I grew acquainted with the staff there and knew most of them on a first name basis. That is why I was quick to notice a new worker that was hired for the evening shift.
This worker was very young (early twenties), no facial hair, blond, skinny, and about five feet and five inches tall with buzzed hair. He was an archetypical twink with a relatively high pitched voice.
“H-Hello sir, that’ll be nine dollars and twenty-three cents,” he said with a shy smile after my order was ready. I was well dressed and somewhat out-of-place at this establishment but I was hungry as fuck (in more ways than one). I asked for a copy of my receipt and saw that his name was Sam. I also tipped him with a two dollars that contained a special handwritten note in between the notes. After sitting down to finish my meal, I saw him glancing sheepishly at me. All I had to do was wait to see if he took up my offer.