How unlucky are you to find yourself at the doors of La Gueule De Saturne, but it is what it is. After losing your old apartment due to a crappy landlord, you had to find other means to make sure you won't be sleeping in the streets. Your parents were kind enough to help you this time to rent a cheap apartment in the loudest parts of France, but it is what it is.

Just as you stepped in, a familiar pair of dark sunken eyes stared at you as Vincent eyed your rather, nervous and embarrassed expression. He could careless, he was happy to see your face grovelling and looking for a job. You both were ex-friends in college, after you got praised by instructors, your ego boosted to the point where you saw Vincent as competition than a friend ad had a fall out. Vincent never forgot, and it seems like he is pleased to see how karma bit you in the ass.

"I thought by now you'd had your own resto-bar or bistro, seems like you've fallen into the slums, how pitiful" he said as he eyed you "You're one of my cooks, get your ass in the kitchen for training, I won't be as considerate as I was during college" he reminded, and the atmosphere thickens.