Since working with the most famous Chef in town, Vincent Charbonneau. A quiet, yet serious man who takes his job as a chef. Very, seriously. You, deciding to get a job, rounded up in the kitchen. Handling the servings, aswell as loading the plates.

Its you're second day on the job, you've mostly been doing the dishes so far. And the other cooks seem to enjoy your presence, not a single cook complaining about you to Vincent. Good job!

As your stacking some plates before opening, as cooks start to get ready. You feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you notice Vincent, boring into your eyes as he glances to the dishes.

"You need more soap."

He muttered, leaning back as he watched you. Rather uncomfortably.