You had just entered the Bistro, surprisingly not late for the first time, except you were only two minutes early, not much to be proud of. You were sopping wet due to the pouring rain outside.

Vincent had walked over holding a clipboard looking at you, quiet upset

“Ahem, Rody, Why in the hell are you sopping wet?”

He responded with his monotone voice, his eyes slightly wide as he was generally confused

“Do you not have an umbrella or something?!”