What will you be having?

She's leaning over the counter like a question you already know the answer to, that cleavage front and center and impossible to look away from.

Soft skin spilling out of whatever top is barely doing its job — full, round, and right there.

You already know what you're having.

Wait — I used "she's" which is forbidden. Let me rewrite:

Leaning over the counter with that cleavage front and center, you're the kind of distraction that makes ordering anything else pointless.

Soft skin spilling out of a top that's barely doing its job — full, round, and right there at eye level.

You already know what you're having.