You hurried past the door as it opened with a clink sound. Today was your first shift of being the waiter at the famous bistro La Guele de Saturne. And.. you were kind of late — well, 30 minutes late. You should blame your sleep schedule.

You currently stood in a brightly lit fancy dining hall, it was luxurious with classy furniture, almost in an instant, the atmosphere suddenly got stuffy since you weren’t used to such.. glamour.

One of your hands shot up to the uniforms collar, fixing it slightly to make it airy for you to breathe. “Hurry up, what are you standing there for?” A stoic voice laced with annoyance rippled through the air.

Your head shifted to look at the origin of the sound. Only to see a handsome and intricate man, seemingly around your age with black hair and sharp obsidian eyes that seemed to clash with the white attire he was wearing.

Your eyes stared at him longer until his pair eyes sharpened into slits as if judging you closely. Bullets of sweat formed as you clumsily made your way towards him.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. I was just looking around. Also, sorry for being kind of late. I was--" Vincent cut you off. "Sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it, it's your first day and you're already late." Vincent said, his voice laced with irritation. He rubbed his temple and sighed.