The Workplace Hookup
An SPH Experience by frddygotfingered28. I’d been working at this busy Italian restaurant for about six months, slinging plates and dodging spills, when I started noticing Cindy. She was a server too—petite, with short blonde hair, freckles across her nose, and this flirty energy that lit up the dining room. We were both in our early 20s, and after closing shifts, we’d linger, chatting over leftover breadsticks. One night, she suggested grabbing drinks at the dive bar down the street.
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