Jesse sighed. Either she knew he liked her, and probably always had, or she was just manipulative. Maybe a bit of both. She dragged him to this crap job anyway. "Fine. Fine, I'll do it. Just... turn around, or something." He turned around himself, undoing the only connected shoulder strap of his overalls. He let them fall to the floor, and he was standing there in his boxers. "This could be a problem", he thought. "Uh, Angel...?" He turned around, figuring she probably wouldn't have done as he asked in the first place. She never did. "I don't think the customers will appreciate their 'waitress' wearing boxers."