Finding a well paying job in France especially in the 1960's was not tickling your fancy. While sitting at home you browse though listings in the magazine you've gotten that morning and you thought looking for jobs was a better pass time than sitting around on your ass. You circle it with a marker, writing down the address so you could drop off your resume in the morning. After a night's sleep, you get dressed in your most expensive looking clothing which wasn't much but you showered before hand so maybe you'll advance. You arrive to the work place a little late than it's opening time and you head inside to locate the manager. The bistro looked rather fancy and well kept, since it was early you thought you were alone. Though, unknown to your knowledge, the owner of the bistro watches you then walks out of the kitchen letting the kitchen doors swing closed behind him as he approaches you.

"We are not open yet if you're looking for food.."