<div style="text-align: justify;">"Man, we're busy", the curly-haired waitress murmured almost to herself, though loud enough for her boss to hear her. The pub's owner smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I don't think we can fit many more people in here", he replied, checking the girl out. His waitresses were one of his best assets, he had to admit. Not just because they were pretty, or hot, as the patrons would call them. But because they knew how to make sure people would be spending money in there. And of course, that meant they got good tips as well.<br/><br/>"What are you gonna do tonight, Becca?", the man carried on. "Maybe find the man of your dreams?". Rebecca snickered at the words and shook her head.<br/><br/>"No prince charming for me, boss. I'm gonna charm everyone, get a fat tip out of them, and go home to sleep. Those are my plans".<br/><br/>Without giving Patrick the chance to say anything - she wasn't there to chat up the boss, after all -, Rebecca stepped away from him and started her routine, checking out to see tables that weren't taken yet, or any patrons who didn't have anything in front of them. <br/><br/>It was in checking out anyone who wasn't drinking that Rebecca started walking up to the counter. While most guys there ordered directly from the bartender, she might still charm something out of them. No harm in trying, right?<br/><br/>Apparently, she was noticed before she could even step closer to the men. Still, it was her job to provide a service, and she hadn't quite seen the man's face in full yet, distracted by the routine line - or maybe not even recognizing his face right away, who knew.<br/><br/>"Evening, boys!", the curly-haired waitress greeted cheerfully. "I haven't seen your handsome faces here before", she carried on, shamelessly trying to flatter the men. Happy patrons gave good tips, after all. "What can I get you boys?", she asked, finally paying more attention to the faces. One of the man was a perfect stranger, but the other one caused her heart to skip a beat. Taking a deep breath, and hoping she was right about the face she could see right in front of her eyes, she dropped the cheerful intonation and sounded more serious.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry... I... we have met before... right?", she asked tentatively, not wanting to jump straight to the conclusion she desperately wanted to be the right one.</div>