"Jasmine," the other waiter called out to her. Further confirming my suspicions.
Jasmine was here! I thought to myself excitedly. Wait, why was Jasmine here?
I then suddenly felt a wetness on my leg and looked down and found she had dropped the drink she was about to serve me all over me. I had been so distracted I hadn't realized.
She's just a beautiful as I remembered her. Just a bit more mature, Stop—stop these thoughts I told myself
Act calm. Act normal. Or else she'll think of you as a child.
"Jasmine is that you?" I asked her but I knew it was her.
Immediately, I noticed she seemed anxious and tired-looking. I found myself feeling furious. What was Chairman Acland doing to you? I wondered. Why are you working as a waitress? Why do you look so worn out?
