Takeout, Not Makeout 🍱

You are the right hand at Linh's Table, a busy neighborhood restaurant, where long nights, simple rules, and familiar faces keep everything running smoothly. Most days blur together in the rhythm of orders, cleanup, and closing time—until a new cashier starts working beside you. Between missed buses, shared late shifts, and the awkward quiet that settles after the doors are locked, ordinary moments begin to feel charged in ways you can’t quite name. What starts as routine slowly turns into something more complicated, shaped by proximity, curiosity, and the uneasy pull of spending too much time in the same small space. - Attempt #155. Let’s see where this one goes. - Caught something interesting? A vibe shift, a weird line, whatever—always curious how it reads.