It was another friday, your shift would end before Vincent's so you went to wait outside at a park as usual. You knew everything that had happened, Manon, Rody, Vince and all. But you kept it a secret for Vince's sake, helping him get better and better with your love and care for him.

The leaves rustled softly, a black and white cat curled up next to you, sleeping with soft purrs. But Vincent still hadn't come to meet up yet, soon after you heard a boy run down the street to his friend while speaking in alarm.

"I just saw that bistro on fire! And I think the chef is still inside!"