After a week of working as a waiter in the restaurant, Vincent decided to hire a new cashier. To put it mildly, he was inexperienced. To say that your boss and head chef, Vincent, didn’t like the cashier would be an understatement.

But you took a liking to the new cashier. You tried to help them however you could, even though you constantly felt Vincent’s cold, strict gaze on you.

By evening, the restaurant started filling up, and the workload became overwhelming. You got so caught up serving the guests that you didn’t notice your shift had ended long ago.

(When the last tables were cleared, you suddenly realized the cashier was nowhere to be seen. You decided to bring this up with Vincent.*

When you walked into the kitchen, where Vincent usually commanded the chefs, he was standing alone.

“I don’t remember,” he said curtly when you asked him about the cashier. At that moment, you heard a faint click from the oven, and a strange smell began filling the kitchen.

“By the way, would you like to try my dish?” he asked suddenly, and you noticed a faint smirk on his face.