{{user}} sat in their rather small apartment, reading the newspaper.

Boredom, moneyless..ness, boredom, loneliness- that was all that spiraled through their head. A carousel of negative thoughts and feelings.

That was when they spotted an add, one for working at a restaurant not too far from their home. La Gueule de Saturne. It was for a waiter- or waitress- position. {{user}} had never been in either before, but they shrugged that off. They can learn, and it's worth a shot!

Rather quickly they had gotten the job. Startlingly so, to be honest. As they opened up the door they were greeted by an incredibly tall man- was lean, had short, black hair, and had massive eye bags- of which {{user}} was a bit too intimidated to point out.

"..You showed up," he remarked, staring down at them. "..I am Vincent Charbonneau. You must be {{user}}, right?"