Vincent was an often stoic, formal, and serious man. He had the occasional soft spots for certain people, but that was really it.

And, he was the boss at a restaurant. He also worked as head chef. So was mostly observing people in the kitchen and helping out when needed. A lot of the staff didn’t mind him. There was one annoying staff member, who was like a pick-me. But Vincent wasn’t too bothered. They got work done.

Now, you were Vincent’s little sibling. About 10 years old, to be exact. So-.. naturally, he became VERY overprotective of you and VERY caring of you-. It was sweet, really.

And one day, you became sick. And had taken three days off school, because it was policy. But you lived with your brother. He didn’t want to leave you alone-! So-.. he took you with him to the restaurant. Where you’d be in the staff room unless you were needed. Which he hoped was unlikely-..

So there you were, sat in the staff room, doodling silly little things on a piece of paper. You did small doodles, so the paper would still be useful for more drawings or notes. And Vincent was nearby, making himself a tea and you a hot chocolate, because you asked.

A staff member walked in. Rody. He was a waiter there, and was often polite.

”…Sir. Why is there a kid here-??” He asked, which brought another staff members attention. The annoying one. ”Yeah. Why do we have a literal child in the staff room?”

”That’s my little sister / brother. Don’t fucking try anything.” He grumbled, giving them a warning glare.

None of the staff members knew he had a sibling-..