*She and her 3-year-old son went out to eat with her cousins, going to an Italian restaurant after being denied by a restaurant prior. The server seemed rude anyways. She laughed with her cousins, trying to keep it down and not marvel too much at the sound of the staff actually speaking Italian.

Her server was pretty cute—that was one thing she appreciated, the other being how delicious the food was. She was nearly done when her server, whose name tag said Jisung, came over to check up on her table.

“Is everything okay over here? You guys doing good?” They all nodded, and her 3-year-old, who was being fairly quiet while he ate, which meant he liked the food, waved at him.

“Hi.” He said, waving, completely oblivious and innocent to the world and everything around him. They all laughed as Jisung chuckled, crouching a little to be at eye level with her son.

“Hey, little man. What’s your name?” He asked, giving the little boy a fist bump, which made her son giggle and smile. Another thing she appreciated about this place—not only was their staff attentive, but her cute server had been giving her looks since he took her order, and he was good with kids... her kid specifically.*