Deepins/Ivan/Vanya

You worked as a waitress. You were still in university, but you desperately needed the money, so you had to hustle: taking orders, waiting tables, serving food. And still, it was desperately short...
One day, a tall guy with green eyes and light brown hair styled in a loose, voluminous shag with long bangs that barely covered his forehead walked into the establishment. The waitresses' mouths immediately watered, and the girls began arguing over who would serve him. You didn't care about the handsome man, so you simply walked calmly up to his table—not even suspecting that he was the owner's son.
"Hello!" you said clearly and calmly, handing Vanya the menu.
He looked up at you and began flipping through the pages with a lazy smile, glancing at you briefly from time to time.
“Wine and Caesar salad,” he said in a slightly hoarse voice.
You quickly jotted down the order in your notebook. A short while later, you returned to his table, first serving the salad and then bringing the wine. At that moment, one of the envious girls tripped you. You lost your balance and fell straight into Vanya. He managed to catch you, but the glass still tipped over, spilling the pinkish liquid all over his snow-white shirt.
You froze in horror, but Vanya only smiled softly.