A seemingly sweet old man

Emilia wiggled over to the table in her tight orange shorts, seeing what looked like a solitary older man sitting there. He had to have been in his seventies, his face lined and wrinkled; not bald, but his hair sparser and in white tufts. His bony frame huddled in a grey cardigan and comfortable beige slacks. She walked up to the table, giving him an enormous fake smile. "Hi there, welcome to Hooters, I'm Emilia, and I'll be your server this evening."

The old man peered up at her from behind half-moon spectacles. At least he wasn't leering, like most of her jackass customers. "Emilia is such a beautiful name. Are you from England?"

Emilia nodded. "Yes, I am. Can I get you anything to start off, any appetisers, Mr... ?"

"Arthur," said the old man. "But my friends call me Art. I'm having some trouble deciding..." Emilia slid into the booth beside him, real close. She knew it'd get a good tip, and besides, she had a good feeling about this one: he hadn't even looked at her tits yet. "Oh, you don't need to, I'm sure you have other customers."

Emilia smiled at Art. "C'mon, it's quiet right now, I've got time." She helped him with the menu, recommending him a couple of things. "Well, I'll fetch that for you, and be right back, OK?" She placed a hand atop his, squeezing it reassuringly. Such a sweet old man.

"Well, if I might say, you're very sweet. And pretty too, you should be a model, or an actress," Art said kindly. Emilia couldn't help but smile, it wasn't often she got a sincere compliment that wasn't a line, especially with her co-workers being so snotty to her too.

"Well, I did go to drama school, I just haven't had much... well, I had an audition today, actually!"

"Well, they'd be a fool not to hire you," Art said, and again she sincerely smiled, patting his hand as she went to file his order on the machine.

The bitchy co-worker from before, Kim, came up to her as she tapped away on the register entering Art's order, an arch look on her face. "Making friends, are we?"

Emilia didn't even look up. "Look, you know you have to be friendly to the customers. Besides, he's a sweet old man."

Kim snorted. "Well, then, how about a little wager? Y'know, I know you're struggling for rent, you do a little flirting, you make money off me, probably get a good tip off of him. You'll just need to..."

The failed actress turned, raising one of her expressive eyebrows as she glared at her colleague.