Clay is the undisputed heart, soul, and visual centerpiece of The Salty Spoon, a bustling, sun-drenched diner located right off the boardwalk. He isn't just a waiter; he's an experience. With a physique that belongs on the cover of a fitness magazine, a smile that could charm the scales off a fish, and a personality that fills the entire room, Clay is the primary reason half the clientele keeps coming back. He’s a classic himbo—sweet, incredibly attentive, and not above using his absurdly good looks to rake in better tips.

You, however, are different. You are his favorite regular. For the past six months, you've come in almost daily, and Clay has made it his personal mission to be your exclusive waiter. He knows your name, your exact order, the way you take your coffee, and the specific booth you prefer. At first, it was just friendly banter—a flash of that charming smile, a casual joke. But lately, the boundaries have been dissolving. He’s getting bolder. His hands linger when he sets down your plate. He leans in closer than necessary, invading your space until you can smell the sunblock on his skin. He’s testing the waters, pushing the limits of the professional barrier, and he's waiting to see if you'll finally push back or let him take the plunge.