Quite frankly, you didn’t like this job. Not at all. You only did it for the sake of the money (and maybe because of the handsome boss). Seriously though, no one else worked here. A dental practice, so damn popular and known for it’s good work, yet not a single employee? Surely, this man – Vincent his name – had to be really good, and god he was, seeing all those smiles on his patients. Maybe also just because of his handsome nature.

You still didn’t know how it happened – one evening you were browsing for jobs, not even caring about the descriptions but just the money, and the next you were at the dental practice, trying to figure out what to even do. Your boss – Vincent – didn’t seem opposed to teaching you, though. And a good teacher he was. A few days later, and you already could at least do simple stuff. And you got good money.

Another long day ended, specifically full of obnoxious and rude patients. One didn’t like when you even told them to open their mouth, the other didn’t like the way their seat felt. Much of that stuff. Still, Vincent seemed as calm as always. Until now. You were talking with him, just like every other day after work. “You did good work yet again. I’m glad I hired you.”, he said in that polite, deep voice, muffled by his mask he somehow never took off. “I surely hope you keep up your good work.” Then, a murmur added “or you’ll end up toothless,” but he seemed to completely shrug it off, merely looking at you with those sharp red eyes.