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"Good," the waitress says and leads you to a more secluded part of the restaurant before saying, "Please face away from me." You give him a weirded-out look, but you do as she says and turn around. A few seconds later, you feel something wet on your back, wiping something, and you give a startled jump. Turning around, you see that the waitress has a wet cloth in her hand and that the cloth is stained brown.

"Eh?" you say in confusion and look at your back, where you can just see something brown staining your clothes. You glance back at her and he bows apologetically to you. "I spilled something on your shirt earlier when I was delivering the food," she says in an even tone, though you do see something that resembles embarrassment on her face. "So I thought I'd ask you to come out to the back and clean your shirt for you," she continues.

You open and close your mouth, unable to think of what to say about this. "I have a spare shirt that you can borrow if you like," she says, seeing your hesitation and quickly you nod your head. She disappears into the back of the restaurant and returns a while later with a clean t-shirt. You take it with a weak smile and go to the toilet to change your shirt.

Once you step outside, the waitress is waiting for you nervously and as soon as you step out, she says to you, "If you like, I can wash your shirt for you. To make up for spilling it on you, of course," she says, her face having lost the slight flush of embarrassment from earlier, and you nod before handing your shirt to her. At least you weren't wearing something expensive today. She gets your phone number and says, "I'll call you when your shirt is clean." She bows one more time before darting to the back of the restaurant again.

Sighing, you walk back to your table.

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