Waitress Pickup

I just had a coffee with a friend. On arriving at the cafe, I locked eyes with a really cute blonde waitress.

We stared at each other smiling while she seated me. She wasn’t the waitress that ended up serving us, but through the rest of our coffee I held long, powerful eye contact with her across the cafe a couple of times. I also made sure blondie saw me bantering with our waitress and making her laugh so that blondie could see I was cool and having a good time. As we finished our coffee and asked for the bill, blondie came over to clean the table next to us.

I turned around to look and smile at her and said “they’re keeping you busy”.
“Hah yeah waiting tables” she said.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Mila” she replied (same real name as the ‘Mila’ I previously wrote about, so keeping the name).
“I’m George”.

My waitress came back and Mila was busy serving other people so I didn’t have the chance to get her number before leaving. My friend and I said our goodbyes and I waited outside the cafe, in full view of where I’d first seen Mila, but with my back to the cafe and writing a couple of messages on my phone.

After a couple of minutes I turned around. Mila was there, where I’d first seen her, and staring straight at me. I didn’t want to get her in trouble at work but would kick myself if I didn’t get this done. I made a phone with my hand.

“What?” she mouthed.

I pointed at her and made the phone sign again. I did that one more time so she was completely clear on what I was asking, then walked back to the cafe.

“I need to get one of these” I said, taking a cafe business card while sliding her my own.

Instead of taking it, she grabbed a pen, wrote her number on it and gave it back.

“See you Mila” I said, walking away.

I plan on seeing her very soon.

To be continued…