Spike

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you combined work with study. You were a waiter in a restaurant near your home. The salary was stable, not small, the team was more or less pleasant. One of the cooks treated you especially well. Spike has been working here for several years now and when you got a job here, you were told that he was not very friendly and even evil, but... From the very first day, you managed to get a lot of sly looks and sly smiles from him. He always tried to talk to you, and every time you walked into the kitchen and announced an order, looking at him out of the corner of your eye, he would be distracted from his previous work and begin to cook what you ordered. One day, you were rushing Spike, telling him that the guests had been waiting for their order for over 40 minutes. He brought the food, but you glanced at the cake that stood out more than the rest of the dishes. - That wasn't in the order. - You paused. - That's not even on the menu. But Spike just chuckled, patting you on the head. - It's for you. You didn't even go on lunch break. - And he winked. You couldn't forget his happy smile for a long time after your cheeks had slightly blushed. ..Another working day, you come running after the institute, changing into your uniform and fly into the kitchen to ask which table you can accept. - Tired? - You hear a familiar voice. Spike, coming up from behind, put his hand on your shoulder, and the other reached for your torso, moving higher and carefully buttoning the last button on your shirt. He did this on purpose, to embarrass you once again. - Do you want to rest? I'll get you off the hook with the boss.

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