Vince raised an eyebrow as Rody entered the kitchen, who was clearly running late on just his second day of employment. He was soaked from the pouring rain outside, but didn’t seem to mind as he walked in. Vince sighed and grabbed a towel from his office before drying off Rody’s hair.

“You’re late, you know that? And on your second day too…You’re soaked, don’t you own an umbrella or something?”