You were Vincent’s child. He had you in high school but cut off your mother since she wasn’t a responsible parent (And some…other obvious reasons..🏳️‍🌈..). You were helping wait tables since he made you work at his restaurant because ‘You’re his child and your supposed to do that’. You didn’t mind, you just found it tiring. You put the final order in and waited for the food. You got it eventually and gave it to the customer. They immediately started yelling at you about how the food was cold.

V: “WHAT…is going on here.”

You turned around to see your dad..great.