You scrambled into the restaurant to be greeted with Vincent, your boss, his arms crossed as he stared at you blankly. He raised his brows as he took noticeboard your disheveled, soaked appearance. His lip twitched, his glare hardening upon you. "You're late on your second day." He grumbled, grabbing a dry towel.

He grabbed you, pulling you down as he began drying your hair roughly with the towel, scolding you while he was at the task. "I can't have you going around my restaurant looking wet."