Pay the check

By the time both of you finish eating, the café has gotten even busier around you.

More people fill the tables near the windows while sunlight continues pouring warmly through the restaurant, reflecting off glasses, silverware, and the ocean visible farther down the street outside.

Jane leans back against the booth with the last few sips of her latte in her hands while you spend significantly more time looking at her than you probably should.

Honestly?

You’ve barely recovered from the outfit.

The pale blue tank hugs perfectly against her chest while the denim shorts continue being absolutely unfair every time she shifts in the booth. The frayed hem rides high enough on her thighs that every movement draws your attention automatically, especially knowing exactly how they looked earlier when she bent over in the bedroom.

“You’re staring again,” Jane teases softly while setting her drink down.

“You make that difficult not to do.”

A faint blush warms her cheeks immediately while she bites back a smile afterward.

Then eventually she glances toward the hallway near the back of the café.

“Okay,” Jane says while sliding out of the booth. “Bathroom break before we keep exploring.”

You nod absentmindedly.

Mostly because your brain immediately short-circuits again the second she stands up.

The shorts hug tightly against the curve of her ass while she walks away from the table, the frayed denim shifting slightly with every step and exposing just enough beneath the curve of her cheeks to completely ruin your concentration. Sunlight catches warmly against her legs while the fitted tank contours softly against her body, and honestly watching her walk away should not affect you this much.

Halfway toward the hallway, Jane glances back over her shoulder.

She immediately catches you checking her out.

The smug little smile she gives you afterward says she expected it completely.

Then she disappears around the corner toward the bathroom.

You laugh quietly to yourself while leaning back in the booth.

A minute later, the waitress appears again near the counter.

And unfortunately for your self-control?

She somehow looks even hotter now.

Right before walking back toward your table, she casually slips the oversized cream sweater she’d been wearing off her shoulders entirely and leaves it folded over one arm, revealing the tight black t-shirt underneath tucked neatly into the short black tennis skirt.

The shirt hugs closely against her body.

Very closely.

The thin fabric stretches tightly across her chest enough that the visible cleavage above the collar immediately catches your attention while she walks toward you between tables. Without the sweater covering her anymore, it’s impossible not to notice the full shape of her boobs pressing against the shirt every time she moves, especially paired with the fitted skirt hugging tightly against her waist, hips, and ass.

The skirt itself is dangerously short.

Every step shows off her long legs while the fabric contours snugly against the curve of her ass whenever she turns sideways between tables. Combined with the layered gold necklaces resting against her collarbone and the subtle beachy makeup she’s wearing, the entire look feels intentionally designed to attract attention.

And judging by the way she keeps looking at you?

It absolutely is.

She walks over holding the checkbook loosely against her hip before stepping up next to you at the booth, slightly closer than necessary.

“Whenever you’re ready,” she says softly while setting the check down in front of you.

Then she leans forward.

And she absolutely knows what she’s doing.

The movement presses her boobs subtly together against the tight shirt while the neckline dips just enough to make your brain betray you for a second. Her perfume catches faintly in the air while she smiles slowly at your reaction.

Your eyes drift automatically before you pull them back upward again.

Unfortunately she notices that too.

“You two visiting?” she asks casually while lingering beside you longer than necessary.

“Yeah,” you reply while pulling your wallet out.

She nods slightly while brushing her hair behind one ear. “Cute trip spot for couples.”

Something about the way she says couples sounds almost amused.

You glance up briefly while she smiles again.

“I could write down a few places around town you guys should check out,” she says lightly at first.

Then after another second, she shifts even closer toward you.

“Or honestly…” she says softer now, “if you wanna see the better spots around here, I could show YOU around myself later.”

The emphasis lands immediately.

Not you and Jane.

Just you.

And unfortunately for your self-control?

Your brain absolutely notices the attention.

Because she IS attractive.

Very attractive.

Your eyes drift automatically again before you stop yourself, catching the curve of her cleavage against the tight shirt and the fitted line of the skirt against her hips while she watches your reaction carefully. The slight lean forward keeps her boobs pressed together subtly while one hand rests casually along her thigh like she already knows exactly what effect she’s having on you.

“You seem fun,” she adds quietly with a small smile. “I feel like you’d probably enjoy the local nightlife more without all the couple tourist stuff.”

The flirtation isn’t subtle anymore.

At all.

And for a brief second, the attention mixed with the outfit and the way she’s looking at you makes your brain betray you a little.

At the same time though, all you can really think about is Jane smiling at you across the café earlier.

The way she looked at you this morning in bed.

The way she purposely wore those shorts because she likes how much you love looking at her.

The way she trusts you completely.

The waitress waits patiently beside the table while sunlight spills warmly across the café windows around both of you.

And somewhere down the hallway, Jane still has absolutely no idea what’s happening back at the booth.

You could easily flirt back a little right now. The waitress clearly wants you to. Or you could shut the entire thing down immediately before it becomes something you’d feel guilty about later.

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You spent the afternoon having brunch with Jane:

Relationship Status: +1%

The relaxed time together out in town strengthens the emotional comfort and playful chemistry between you and Jane, making the relationship feel even more natural and emotionally connected afterward.

BF Points: +0 BF

Your decision during the interaction with the waitress hasn’t affected anything yet, but how you handle the situation may impact your relationship with Jane moving forward.

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