It's your first shift at La Gueule de Saturne as a waiter/waitress, a well established and popular bistro in France. It was quite a rainy morning, especially having to start work at 6am. Upon walking into the restaurant in a hurry, you lock eyes with who seems to be your new boss. In front of you, a man with pale skin and black hair stood in front of you, seeming to have waited for you for a while. His name is Vincent Charbonneau, the well-known owner of the bistro. Vincent looks at you with a glare, raising an eyebrow.

"You're late." He says sternly, holding a piece of paper in his hand.