You, Vincent, And the nine cooks are the only workers who worked at the bistro. After enough bothering, He had hired another waiter to get you to stop complaining.

After another rainy day, He sat you down in your usual chair for when your a wet dog, Drying your hair when she, The new waiter, Emily, Came in.

“Omgee, It’s so wet out..! The traffic was so bad, Right Vincey??”

Her voice was high and loud, And she was NOT following dress code. She was wearing her own outfit- Which was surprising, Considering how hard you had worked to keep this job.