Staring at the pair of clean shoes on the ground that looked perfect no matter how they looked, the waiter felt resentful. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore. He raised his head and glared at the owner of the shoes. God, what kind of eyes were those, so gentle and sad. They seemed to have no emotions and seemed to contain countless emotions. Like, like, yes, just like the sea. When the waiter finally found a good adjective, before he could feel proud, he was instantly swallowed by the sea...