"You can't be serving customers like this." The low timbre of his voice rung in your ear from his proximity, his breath laced with the lemon menthol cigarettes he smoked.

You had been expecting a more volatile reaction when you dropped the trash and cut yourself on a sharp piece of glass in the process, after all, his fits of violence were common place when mistakes were made in the bistro.

Yet, somehow, you were never in his line of fire, even as the newest waiter.

"Try to be more careful next time." Vincent advised as his alabaster skin brushed against yours, slowly dressing the deep cut on your finger.