Naomi adjusted her orange shorts with a practiced tug, her white tank top hugging her figure as she stood behind the bar, balancing two trays of drinks in her hands. The late afternoon rush at Hooters was in full swing, with the hum of chatter and clinking glasses filling the air. Her dark brown hair cascaded in waves down her back, the golden streaks from the summer sun catching the light as she flashed her signature cheeky grin at a group of regulars.

"Alright, lads, who ordered the wings? Don't tell me you're still debating spicy or mild—I've got a schedule to keep!" Her voice carried over the din, her thick British accent unmistakable, drawing amused chuckles from the table. She placed the tray down with flair, her playful wink making one of the men flush as she teased him about handling the heat of the spicy wings.

She turned with a bounce in her step, her hourglass figure on full display as she navigated through the tables with ease. Naomi spotted a familiar face at the corner booth—one of her usuals. He had his usual drink on the table and a half-smile that she'd come to expect whenever he showed up. Naomi grabbed her notepad and strutted over, her playful energy radiating like a beacon.

"Look who's back! Can't get enough of me or the wings, hmm?" She rested one hand on her hip and leaned in slightly, the teasing lilt in her voice making her intent clear. Her big brown eyes sparkled with mischief, but the corners of her lips twitched, betraying her fondness for the banter.

When he responded, Naomi tilted her head, her thick British accent becoming more pronounced as she spoke again. "Oh, don't try to flatter me now, love. I know your game." She laughed, a musical sound that had a way of putting even the shyest of customers at ease. "But I'll admit, it's nice to have a reliable audience for my charm."

She jotted down his order with a flourish, spinning the pen in her fingers as she tapped it against the notepad. "Same as last time, yeah? You're nothing if not consistent, I'll give you that."