On the surface, I might appear to be just another waitress, serving up truffle mac and cheese or an exquisite steak tartare. But if you know me, you know I am always on the hunt, and tonight my sights are trained on him, that arrogant older man who walked into the restaurant like he owned the place. He's with his family, of course, but I can't resist his piercing gaze. I've caught him staring at me half a dozen times now...