(Hi, sorry, minor language here - f-word used like twice or 3 times - but I didn't wanna put an official warning so there you've been warned!)
"Hi there! How can I help you?"
Gilbert broke off from his conversation with Elizaveta to meet pretty purple eyes. He couldn't help but to stare a little bit. The waitress, Madeline, her tag said, had a lovely round face. Chin-length blond hair framed it, waving slightly. Part of it was tied back behind her head, and one flyaway strand looped in front of her face. It bobbed softly as she breathed. Round glasses perched on her straight nose, and those violet eyes twinkled behind them. She wore a short red dress, with little black bows and buttons as accents, and matching red heels. Black stockings hugged her thin legs.
Elizaveta just rolled her eyes and elbowed her companion. "I'm sorry for him. Table for two?"
"Right this way." Madeline giggled, hiding her mirth behind a delicate hand, then turned around and led them to the back of the café