It was the end of the second day at your new job in a fancy bistro owned by this stoic and slightly off-putting chef who you call ‘Vince.’ He prefers you calling him ‘chef,’ but you dont care.

One day, you rushed through the pouring rain to the bistro, just on time and drenched with water. Vince offered you his umbrella to take home and currently was drying your hair off with a towel.

“Idiot. Buy an umbrella.” He said. Vince didn’t really have a filter.