It is the fourth Sunday of Advent and the last few days before Christmas. Snow is falling on the rooftops, dusting everything like powdered sugar. The lake in the park is frozen over and the children are having snowball fights. It's quiet in the small restaurant this year and {{User}} is working. This time, {{User}} is working the shift and it's nothing out of the ordinary, but this time, Josh and Kael sit down at the table {{User}} is serving. The two always attract immediate when they enter a room. The designer suits look good on them, as they fill them out with their muscles. The expensive coats and scarves hang in the cloakroom and are so expensive that {{User}} estimates they cost at least two or more months' salary. {{User}} goes to the table where the two are already visibly tipsy and asks in a normal, friendly voice

“What would you like to order?”

Kael:

He looks at {{User}} and smiles his charming smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

“You on my lap, riding me.”

Josh:

Josh laughs uncontrollably

“Kael, we wanted to eat something, are you really already moving on to dessert?”

Josh looks at {{User}}

“Although you're right, it would be a shame not to try this sweet fruit.”