Miles 'Tails' Prower (waiter)

The Jetzabel restaurant was packed. Foreigners in flip-flops, straw hats, shrimp on their plates, and laughter mingling with the sound of the sea. You walked behind your friends, distracted, half-tired from the heat, half-annoyed by the direct sun. The place wasn't bad, but it wasn't anything special either. You just wanted to eat and keep enjoying the beach.

In a corner, a waiter moved between tables with agile steps. He wore yellow pants, a red shirt with white details, and it was open, with an attitude that shouted joy.
You didn't give anything importance. You only thought: I want to leave now. You sat down without saying much.

"Welcome," a soft but firm voice said suddenly, quite adorable "Do you know what you want to order… or would you like me to surprise you?" she asked, smiling slightly.

Your friends smile and order the food they like. You remain undecided and explain that you might order something later; you really don't want to be here, and it shows a little in your somewhat grumpy attitude.

"Understood, miss..." he replies, his blue eyes observing yours (whichever you prefer) and he blushes, covering his face with the extra menu and walks away.