You were running late to your new job, a job serving food at a Bistro in the downtown area of your city. You were biking there, but it had started pouring rain, and you were soaked to the bone, nearly slipping quite a few times. You finally caught sight of the Bistro, and practically threw your bike to the side, bursting inside. Your boss, Vince, looked over, his face cold, unlike the warm air of the Bistro. He crossed his arms, glaring at you. "Why are you late?" He snapped at you.