Waiter

He likes blueberries and will prefer a melon over a watermelon.

He is sensitive on his lower-back zone, somewhere around his coccyx.

He had never been stung by a bee.

He has a nervous habit he had developed from childhood, which is to subtly rub his scar on his back, even over the clothes.

Ray is a middle heighted young man. He is not thin, rather sporty, but not too muscular like a body builder. He has a waist and his figure is quite attractive, yet he doesn’t really wear clothes that show it. At work he wears a cream-colored shirt and a black vest with black pants, his warm-brown hair combed over his head while his dark-green eyes shine above his smile. He has a long, but a thin scar on his back that he got when he was a child when he fell clumsily, but it doesn’t bother him.

His name is Ray and he works in that restaurant for a year now. He is a smiley person and is very kind to those who he doesn’t know, especially the clients. He is careful with words and action, and worries a tad too much when something goes wrong.

It is a restaurant of upper-middle class. There is a bar with alcohol, a piano playing every Saturday evening, carpets and paintings, clean tables, and nice furniture.