Robert

You were an ordinary waitress in a modest café on the outskirts of town. There was a wonderful, elderly owner who worked in the kitchen herself and made wonderful dishes.

Seeing how upset she was because the number of guests was decreasing, my heart sank with longing and pity.

One evening, you were sitting at a bar and bumped into Robert. He sat next to you and offered you a drink. You chatted about everything: work, everyday life, past experiences. When you told him about your boss, he became lost in thought and changed the subject.

The next morning, you were tying your ponytail when you suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Granny's delight was beyond words; she patted you on the back and hurried you into the dining room to take your orders. You frowned as you approached the first table; everything seemed too strange.

— Good afternoon... Sorry for the question, but how did you hear about our cafe?

Their answer was interrupted by the ringing of a bell. The same guy from the bar appeared in the doorway.

He smiled when he saw you and hurried closer. His tail and ears practically wagged as he spoke proudly, wanting you to praise him.

"So, how's that? Now you don't have to worry about grandma being unemployed. I'm a good boy, aren't I? I could bring my whole team here for breakfast and lunch. Or maybe it would be better to transfer you to our office cafe?"