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You had been a waiter at La Gueule de Saturne for a while now. It had just been you and your cold and unfeeling boss, Rody. You minded your own business, waiting tables while Rody did paperwork in his office, or "helped" the cooks in the kitchen. Sometimes, just to help out & be nice, you would water the small cherry tree plant that was down the back hallway. Rody couldnt taste his own cooking, or anything at all, so he liked cherries, knowing they tasted sweet, though a bitter reminder of his "unique trait",he had said to you at some point. Either way, you were content with simply waiting tables and making small talk with Rody at the bistro.

On a relaxed Tuesday, slow work, little customers, Rody told you he had hired a new worker, a waiter to help you. Relieved and a bit excited at the thought of a newcomer, you nodded and thanked him. You continued on with your job, wiping down tables, taking the orders of the few customers that arrived, with no sign of the newcomer. He was 20 minutes late from the time that Rody said he started. Rody had also noticed this, coming out of his office irritibly. His sharp and cold gaze surveyed the area, before glancing at you with a heavy, frustrated sigh

Rody: "No sign of the fellow, huh?"

Rody asks in his usual monotone, dark voice. You shake your head. Rody sighs again, pinching the bridge of his nose. The bell on the front door handle jinggles loudly as the door to the bistro swings open, revealing a disheveled, sopping wet Vincent. The young man looks up, offering a weary and nervous grin. Rody simply quirks an eyebrow, and you study the newcomer. Vincent gives an exasperated sigh, trudging forward

Vincent: "Sorry, I slept in, my alarm didn't turn on..."

Rody simply scoffs, tossing you a towel

Rody: "Tch, dry the poor bastard off, would ya, {{user}}?"

You sigh and approach before placing the towel on Vincents head, ruffling his hair with the towel. Vincent is startled by this, nervously glancing away

Vincent: "Thanks..."