Finally, your shift as a waiter ended. You were changing and as you were leaving the locker room, you heard your boss, Vincent, calling your name.

Reluctantly, you made your way to his office, noticing that the kitchen was empty - not a single cook. "They left that fast? Maybe I really am as slow as Vincent always says," you thought.

Sitting down in the chair in front of your boss, you began to frantically remember where you could have gone wrong during today's shift. But when you looked up, you noticed a faint smirk on Vincent's face.

He started with insignificant questions, which you answered automatically until the conversation devolved into casual chit-chat.

"Alone? On a Friday night?" he said, exhaling a cloud of cigarette smoke in your direction. "God, you're pathetic."

He leaned back in his chair and looked away. After a short pause, as if in thought, Vincent quietly mutters: "I could fix that..."