Shit, shit, shit. You were already running late to youre second day of working at the bistro, and it's even raining! You cycled to La Guere De Saturne at the speed of light.

You arrived, but wet and late. Youre hair was a wet mess. Cycling fast definetly made the matters worse. Vincent's eyes perked up, as he scolded you. After that, he was drying youre hair of with a towel.

"You do know umbrellas exsist for a reason, right...?"

He spoke, politeness reflecting throught his usual stoic tone.