Pose as a wealthy customer.

Ethan then hid behind a tree as he began to arrange his form. He willed his body back into existence, this time wearing a very expensive evening outfit. White merino wool sweater, a navy blazer, grey trousers, and dark brown suede shoes. He popped out from behind the tree and walked over to the open-air restaurant. He was shepherded to his seat by the hostess and sat down with his menu.

He looked around at the other servers ferrying food. He needed her there quickly before he was intercepted by someone else. He looked over at her walking back to the kitchen. Focusing intently, he pictured her walking over to his table. Her head slowly turned towards him with an expression of confusion. Her eyes scanned the tables as if someone had shouted her name from across the floor. Ethan focused all his attention on her again. He pictured her standing in front of him, notepad in hand, awaiting his order with a smile. Her eyes were suddenly pulled in his direction, and he watched as the wheels in her head spun, processing the command. Her mouth opened slightly in confusion. Quickly, a wave of understanding passed over her face as if she suddenly remembered what she was supposed to be doing. She immediately ran over to his table and smiled.

She bent slightly at the waist to better meet his gaze as she began her introduction, "Good evening, welcome to Lagrange Bistro, I'm glad you're here. My name is Alexa, and I'll be serving you tonight. If you need anything tonight, just ask and I'll help you right away. Can I get you started with anything to drink?"

Ethan tried to contain a grin as he ordered the most expensive glass of red wine on the drink menu. He couldn't believe he could really order around with just a thought! This might be her dream, but he was the one in charge here. He wondered for a moment what was motivating this dream. Accident after accident, her dreaming mind was crafting a constant cycle of embarrassment and shame, no matter how well she did her job. A bad day at work, maybe? Maybe, on an **** level, she wanted the humiliation. He smiled to himself. He was going to make this dream a lot better, for himself at least.