YOUR RODY   Peeking at the pouring rain outside, you part en route. It's a fairly short ride, yet not getting soaked isn't a choice.   Seconds upon entering, a bundle of cloth hits your face.

"And you're late." Vincent looks up at you and immediately makes a disapproving noise of disbelief. "You... are completely soaked. Do you plan on serving customers like that?" Shaking his head and huffing, he approaches you, unfolding his chef towel.

"Come here; let's get you dry."