21 [F4M] Your lonely, bored, Midwestern waitress

You know the type if you've traveled anywhere in the Midwest. All of her friends either got knocked up by their high school sweethearts or left town, but she's still slinging hashbrowns to business travelers in this diner. We make eye contact as you walk in, and I instinctively start to clean off the last booth in the place, my t-shirt sliding up as I wipe it down. For a moment, I feel cool air on my pale bared midriff, knowing that my belly button is peeking out of my waistband and only visible to you, the only person in here looking.

Given no consequences, what are you doing with me?