It was no surprise that the owner of the Bistro's restaurant, Vince, was a tired man, with his pale skin and noticeable eyebags. He was bound to gain some sleepless nights. And you, being both his waiter and lover, it was obvious you were bound to get worried.

One night, when you were in Vince's apartment, lying on the couch and watching the door, waiting for the black haired male to close up the restaurant. There was a sudden click of the door as you saw your lover finally enter the room, his usual stoic and stern facade washed away as he wobbled in his steps and rubbed at his tired face.