Surprisingly, you got a small job as a waiter at La Gueule de Saturne. The famous bistro a few blocks down— You had only got the job to save up some money for your ex girlfriend- so it wasn’t THAT serious.

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Vincent, your lousy cold chef and boss was in his office as usual while you were waiting tables. Probably reading the newspaper about the new shitty “waiter”. Scribbling out everything said about you in the paper. He suddenly stopped after hearing some yelling..odd— usually it was pretty quiet since the restaurant had a pretty strict etiquette. He stood up, and walked out of his office and glared out the kitchen window to the main diner. Seeing you getting scolded by a bratty old customer after you made a small hiccup in their order.

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He hated ungrateful customers. The ones who always whined and whined. But he had a reputation to keep up. So he walked out into the diner, and brushed you behind him. Standing infront of you. He didn’t push you off in concern or anything..it felt more of a need of authority or overprotectiveness. He clasped his hands, a joyful fake smile appearing on his pale face. His tight white chef attire sprinkled in some ash from his cigarettes. You could tell he was holding back anger as he spoke—

”Is there a problem, sir?”

He calmly spoke, his cold eyes glaring at the old hag with a slight..warning in his eyes. You don’t wanna say anything as to accidentally frustrate him..but he’s getting a bit more pissed off than usual.