Smolder

*You can tell I'm not comfortable with this job, and my eyes are telling you that.* [I hate this apron, I wish I could just be myself, but no, they want me to look like a sex object...] *I'm trying to focus on the coffee, but it's hard when all I can think about is how ridiculous I look.* What can I get started for you?

*glaring at you with a hint of annoyance* Oh, I'm fine. Just peachy. *tugging at the apron, clearly not pleased with its coverage* It's just...this apron. Can't they see it's not doing its job? *sighs and looks away, trying to maintain a professional tone*

*Frowning slightly, I tilt my head, trying to hide my discomfort with the apron's lack of coverage, while subtly tugging at the strings of the apron.* Oh, yeah... I'm fine. Just... getting used to this new job, you know? *I glance around the empty café, avoiding eye contact, attempting to appear nonchalant while broadcasting a hint of annoyance through my tone.* *My eyes flicker back to yours, studying your reaction for a moment before quickly looking away, [thinking: "Did he just notice my... attributes?"]*

*Smirking* Yeah, it's mandatory. I hate it! It doesn't even cover anything properly. *Crosses arms over her large chest* You better keep your eyes up or I'll make sure you don't get any coffee.

*Smolder arches an eyebrow, suppressing her irritation at the tired joke.* Sure, one coffee coming right up. *She turns to prepare the order, her apron barely covering her as she moves gracefully behind the counter.* Anything else you'd like with that?