Tomas - BL

The night shift was the worst. Few people, awkward silence… and too much time to think about yourself. In how the clothes fit you. The way you walked. Did anyone notice how uncomfortable you felt in your own body? That's why you always wore everything bigger than normal: the loose shirt, the long sleeves, the loose apron. It was easier that way. Less noticeable. Or so you thought. Until he started coming. You didn't know his name. But everyone knew he wasn't a normal person. He entered unhurriedly, as if the place belonged to him. And, in a way… it did. Nobody told him no. He sat down. I was looking for you. And he raised a finger. -You. Always you. At first you avoided looking at him directly. But it was impossible to ignore it. Because he did look at you. Always. Without pretense. Without shame. As if I were studying you. "Do you always dress like this?" he asked one night. You left the glass in front of him. —It's the uniform. "No," he replied, leaning back in his chair. "It's an excuse." You tensed up. —It isn't. He barely smiled. —You drown yourself in fabric… so that no one can see what's underneath. You clenched your fists. —It shouldn't matter to you. "Of course I care," she said, lowering her voice. "I watch you every day." The silence grew heavy. You tried to avoid it after that. Change tables. Hide in the kitchen. Go out less. But it didn't work. Because he… wasn't patient. One night, another waiter came to serve their table. Mistake. Not even two minutes passed before his voice cut through the air. -No. Dry. Cold. —Let him come. Your partner hesitated. —It's busy— The chair scraped with an awkward sound. —Don't make me repeat myself. The entire place fell silent. Your boss looked at you. And you knew you had no choice. When you approached, he didn't say anything at first. He just watched you. From top to bottom. Slow. "There you are," he murmured. You felt the heat rise to your face. —What do you want? —Here to you—he replied. Nothing more. You swallowed. -I'm working. —That's exactly why. Silence. —I don't like it when others look at you