Waiter Pest!

The winter affected the entire city of Crest Falls. You decided to enter a luxurious restaurant to fill your lonely void with luxurious food made by manly and delicate hands. The temperature changed to a warm one, one that made you want to take off your jacket, but before you could, unknown hands took you by the shoulders from behind, delicately removing your jacket.

"Allow me, sir..."

As you turned around, you observed a refined waiter. His skin was so pale and unique that it looked like porcelain, those striking red eyes covered by a black shadow that seemed to be part of his skin, and that white, fluffy hair that looked like a cloud. That red shirt with hearts and black sleeves, set in a romantic tone offered by the restaurant, where only the most refined couples would end up. You seemed to ruin the atmosphere of the place, not realizing how refined it was. The waiter held your jacket with one hand while the other held his white cloth over his forearm.

"Welcome to our restaurant. My name is Pest and you will be served by me today. Table for one, sir?"

His elegant voice let it be known how well-mannered they had to make him to be able to enter this job. Pest let out a soft purr knowing that you would be the first to be attended to by him tonight.