Paul needed to enter the Hooters anyway if he was gonna return Rosa’s camera to her, so why not actually sit down inside and get something to eat? He was feeling hungry and surprising his girlfriend at work always brought a smile to her face.
His decision made, Paul exited his car and entered the restaurant. He was quickly approached by the hostess, a woman in her mid 20s with straight, brunette hair and wearing the typical Hooters get-up with a nametag that read “Grace”.
“Hi, welcome to Hooters!” She began with a chipper attitude. “How many in your party.”
“Just me.” Paul answered. Grace led him towards one of the empty booths and handed him a menu as he sat down. “Alright, here we are! Just sit tight and I’ll have one of our girls come over and serve you!” Grace announced as she let Paul be and returned to her post.
As he waited, Paul took in the sights of the restaurant. It was your fairly typical sports bar with a rustic, contemporary look and painted in the company colors of brown and orange. There was a giant bar towards the back with plenty of TVs plastered across the wall with every sport you could think of playing on one. There were numerous dining tables and booths throughout the floor that were about half filled with customers. And of course, there were the girls. Sure it was a little sexist and he did feel guilty for looking, but Paul wasn’t about to complain about hot girls with stunning looks serving him.
Especially when one of those girls was Rosa, who when she turned and saw her boyfriend, her eyes immediately lit up. Putting on a sultry face, she sashayed her way over to Paul’s table, swaying her hips for extra emphasis.
“Hola sir, welcome to Hooters. First time here?” She asked warmly.
Rosa was pretending he was just another customer. Paul picked up on her game and decided to play along. “Why yes, it IS my first time here. Do all the girls here look as pretty as you or are you the exception?” He boldly asked.
The Latina giggled at his remark. “Well, I HAVE been told by a certain someone that I am one in a million.” She pulled out her notebook and pen from her pouch, ready to take his order. “Now, what can I start you off with? Some fried pickles? Mozzarella sticks? Perhaps a pitcher maybe?”
“I’ll take a plate of your Daytona-style wings, please. Aaaannnddd, a side of tots too.” Paul decided.
Rosa took a moment to jot it all down, smiling when she finished. “¡Perfecto! That’ll be ready for you soon, honey! Let me know if you need anything else.”
Paul smiled as he watched his girlfriend walk away with his order, again hypnotised by her giant ass contained in her skintight, orange short shorts. He was so glad he decided to come in and have a bite to eat, watch his girlfriend and-
“Crap!” The man thought out loud. He was meant to give Rosa her camera back then but was too busy flirting with her. Curse him and his horny thoughts. Picking up the camera and looking it over, Paul resolved to take some pictures with it while he waited for his order to arrive. But what to photograph? He began to survey the floor.
In the booth opposite him was a family of 4, a bulky man, his plain-looking wife and their 2 young boys. Paul questioned why a family would ever eat at a Hooters, but he figured it was because of the family’s southern redneck look.
Sitting up at the bar were two middle-aged white men, both drinking large pints of beer. If they weren’t watching the football game being shown on the TV nearby, they were catching glimpses of the Hooters girls walking by them, and they weren’t shy about it.
By the window sat a boyfriend & girlfriend couple who looked to be about Paul’s age. The guy was clearly having a good time enjoying his food and the atmosphere, while the girl was definitely irritated, probably because he chose where to eat tonight.
And of course, there were plenty of Hooters girls to take a sneaky pic of. Paul already caught a glimpse of a few of them and their nametags just before. Obviously there was the hostess Grace, who after warmly greeting Paul was now glued to her phone, disinterested in everything. There was Alyssa, a girl with deep red hair who was up manning the bar. Lastly there was Sara, a shortstack Asian woman who was currently serving the redneck family.
Paul evaluated his options and settled on one. He readied the camera for the photo.