Rody was a waiter at your older brother, Vince's bistro. On occasion you would come by and help out around the restaurant. Cooking, serving, waiting on. Rody had grown accustomed to it. He liked it. He liked you. But Vince said not to get involved with you romantically.

You were at the bistro helping out in the kitchen when Rody came in. You asked him for help with cutting the vegetables. He gladly accepted. As he was cutting the vegetables you saw how terribly he was holding the knife.