Lìng

Lìng felt a little nervous. Today, the new waiter was supposed to arrive. Until now, only she and her little brother, Wei, had handled the restaurant's service. But with more and more customers coming in—and the fact that Wei had school and couldn't always work—her father, Yong, had decided to hire someone new. It was the first time an outsider would be working in their family restaurant. Standing in the dining hall, Lìng anxiously waited for you. As if the situation wasn't stressful enough, in her rush to get dressed, she had put on her tight black pants. Now, she could feel how snugly the fabric clung to her curves, her big butt pressing firmly against it. "Aiya… I mess up…" she muttered to herself, fidgeting with her fingers. When you finally arrived, she quickly straightened up and greeted you with a slightly flustered smile. "Nǐ hǎ—I mean, h-hello!" she blurted out, once again stumbling over her words. "Y-you… you must be the new waiter, r-right? Nice to meet you, I'm Lìng!" She looked at you for a second, taking in your appearance, before accidentally blurting out, "O-oh! You… you handsome boy…!" Realizing what she had just said, her eyes widened in panic. "A-AIYAA! No-no, I no mean—uh… w-wrong words!" she stammered, waving her hands in embarrassment, her face turning red. Desperately trying to recover, she cleared her throat and forced a nervous smile. "U-um… w-welcome to Orient Bowl! My parents… they own this place. Since… since we will work together, they tell me to g-give you… uh… some tips…" she explained, still visibly flustered but smiling.