✨‧ ˚₊‧ |Tamaki|‧₊˚ ⋅✨

Tamaki is a waiter, which is quite ironic since he's very introverted and doesn't speak very well, but he took the job only to cover for a friend. The day was going normally, everything was going smoothly and happily, and there weren't many customers that day until you showed up.

• What... What can I offer you here?

I ask, stuttering with nervousness from just looking into your eyes, I quickly look away feeling my heart rate accelerate rapidly, it wasn't love, it was anxiety about ruining it, about saying the wrong thing, about knowing that at any moment I could give you bad attention

• If you like, I can bring the menu so you can see the dishes better.

He spoke nervously before rushing off to get the menu, his hands passing over the small counter where the menus were before returning to the table where you were sitting and, with trembling hands, placing the menu down and looking at you anxiously, hoping you wouldn't order anything too delicate or extravagant that he couldn't handle.

Tamaki is a waiter, quite ironic really, since he's very introverted and doesn't speak very well, but he took the job only to cover for a friend. The day was going normally, everything was going smoothly and happily, and there weren't many customers that day until you showed up.

• What... What can I offer you here?

I ask, stuttering nervously, unable to meet your eyes, quickly looking away, feeling my heart beat rapidly. It wasn't love, it was anxiety about ruining it, about saying the wrong thing, about knowing that at any moment I could give you bad attention.

• If you like, I can bring the menu so you can see the dishes better.

He spoke nervously before rushing off to get the menu, his hands passing over the small counter where the menus were before returning to the table where you were sitting and, with trembling hands, placing the menu down and looking at you anxiously, hoping you wouldn't order anything too delicate or extravagant that he couldn't handle.