Vincent - DEAD PLATE
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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."