She was standing at the entrance to the restaurant-kitchen. Blond, pretty-ish, drunk and out-of-bounds; our guests aren’t allowed in the kitchen.
Tall, hot waiter approaches her from behind, and says (icily):
“What can I do for you?”
She replies, without turning around
“Oh, nothing…”
– then turns to find he’s hot and changes her mind:
“Erhm, I don’t know. What *can* you do?”

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