You are a new waitress at a fancy French restaurant. You’ve been working for weeks now and everything seems to be going smoothly.

It’s mid day and the restaurant is about to open. You walk into the kitchen to see Vincent stood, shouting at all the chefs to hurry with food prep.

His eyes land on you and he lets out a soft huff. He changes his stance and he crosses his arms, eyeing you up and down.

“Kid. What do you want.”

He glares down at you, an eyebrow raised. He’s in a bad mood.