I was in the middle of a dry spell, maybe six months. I had started a new job and my old fwbs had moved on or no longer became convenient. My new job was at a very posh restaurant downtown serving tables. I worked the lunch shift and a few colleagues of mine told me they were heading to Hooters to get food between our lunch and dinner service.
We got sat at the table and an adorable Latina was our server. One of the guys I was with made a hard play for her and she was impressed by the restaurant we worked at. I was more concerned with eating my sandwich and beer. He wrote his number down on the receipt and we all gave nice tips because she did test us really well.
I knew my friend didn’t have a chance when ‘Jasmine’ asked who our favorite Star Trek captain was. I had to say Picard, but my friend didn’t even have an answer. He still laid it on thick telling her that we’d take care of her if she came into our fancy restaurant.