Another Monday Morning

You enter the restaurant, which is a small dinner cafeteria, really, and take a seat in a table nearby. A very attractive waitress with long legs, raven black hair and clear blue eyes approaches your table and asks you what would you like to eat. She has a deep, but still quite a feminine voice. You make, almost by mistake, eye contact with her and try to answer her, or at least try to think of something to answer to her. You are stunned by her beauty, she is one of those women who you see perhaps once in a year and think for the five following.