Check out the cafe.

You glance at your watch. Three o'clock.

You realize that in your excitement to get to school, you've skipped lunch. You have time to grab some food before heading over to your dorm. You'll have plenty of time to get to know your roommate.

You walk in to the cafe. The counter is an L-shape, one side looks like it's for ordering food, and the other for coffee. In the opposite corner there are a few small tables that look barely big enough to hold drinks, let alone food. There is an attractive couple sitting at one of them holding hands and talking quietly to each other.

The only other person in the cafe, besides yourself is a girl standing behind the counter with her back to you, rinsing off some dirty dishes. From behind you see her blond hair, in a messy braid, which runs down and stops just a couple of inches above a pair of very tight and very short shorts which accent a very cute butt. You stop for a second to take in the view before approaching the counter.

"Hi, are you still open?" You ask.

The girl turns around. She is even prettier from the front. She reaches up with a wet hand to push a stand of hair out from in front of her sparkling blue eyes, which are surrounded by long lashes.

"Of course," she smiles. "Titbits is open 24/7. You're a freshman, aren't you?"

"I am," you answer, before something she just said strikes you as weird. "What did you call this place?"

She laughs. "Well, it's actually called Tidbits, but everyone calls it Titbits, or Tits. I try not to call it that when I'm at work though."

"I would probably do the same." You say, laughing at the idea of her welcoming customers to Tits. "Are you a student here?"

"Yeah, most of the employees here are. I'm not-Ryan." She replies, reaching a dainty hand across the counter. You give her a puzzled look as you reach out to shake it. She gestures to her chest with her other hand, where her apron has the name Ryan embroidered on it. You also can't help but notice that underneath the apron, she appears to have quite an ample bosom. "My apron was dirty so I borrowed this one from the back. I don't even know who Ryan is. Must be a new employee. I hope he's cool. I'm Allie."

You laugh again, before introducing yourself. "Nice to meet you Allie. I'm Andrew."

"Andrew." She says, then pauses. "I used to date a Andrew. He was an asshole. You're not an asshole, are you?"

"I try not to be." You answer.

"Good." She smiles. "So, Andrew, who is not an asshole, what do you want? The sausage pizza here is really good." She gestures to a pizza that is behind a window, under the counter.