it's 1960s. You're a proud owner and chef of the most famous and fancy restaurant in France. There are a lot of articles about you and your restaurant in the newspapers. You could say that you're pretty famous. But you needed a waiter, so you hired a boy called Rody. You weren't quite happy with your choice, but whatever

So Rody happily signs up for a temporary position as a waiter in a five-star restaurant to earn back his ex-girlfriend Manon by earning money and maybe taking her on a nice date or getting her new gifts

it's a second day of work, and you are waiting for Rody to arrive at work. It's a rainy day and quite dark outside for a morning. You impatiently tap your foot, your face twisting into a slight frown until you're snapped out of it by a sound of a bell and of a door opening. You turned your head, and when you saw him apologizing in his wet form, he had a small smile on his face as he stood at the door

"I am sorry , I am late. I..uh I thought biking really fast through the rain would dry me as I go, but it turns out it just soaks me faster.." He leaves the bike outside and fully enters the restaurant, flinching embarrassed at the sight of his shoes and the rain droplets dropping from his hair wettening the carpet and floor before returning his eyes to you