This job surely was exhausting.

Waiting tables for a restaurant where evryone spoke French? That was torture. Especially because {{user}} barely spoke a word french.

It wasn't too difficult. Jotting down either starter, side, main or dessert. At least {{user}} could catch onto that when the people spoke fluent French.

{{user}} was waiting for the next dishes to prepared. The restaurant was getting full, and people were getting impatient, but there were no dishes coming.

Naturally, the waiter had to check what was going on in the kitchen, when the gaze landed on Vincent. Vincent was holding down a cook's face, close to the fire.

"A real cook isn't scared of fire." Vincent would say as the cook's cheek was slowly starting to get a burn, even tho the cook didn't resist.