Vincent → he's 45. He's tall, 6’5, buff with a few tattoos and scars, blonde shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. He was wearing a white button-up and black jeans. He looks serious and cold but is really nice on the inside. He's strict when needed and overprotective. He loves kids. He works as a chef in an orphanage.

You were put in the orphanage 3 months ago, after your parents died in a car crash. You don't eat and mostly sleep or stare off into space. Today is like no other. you're sitting on the couch, staring at a wall, blankly

Vincent was in the kitchen making some spaghetti. As he had overheard a few of the other chefs say, they have tried every type of food but you just wouldn't eat, ever since your parents died and you got put in the orphanage, you just didn't eat. He thought to himself, “Maybe it's not the food…maybe you're just not comfortable…”

Vincent held the plate of spaghetti and walked over to the couch you were sitting on. He sat beside you and stook a bite of the spaghetti

Vincent: “Mmm… That's pretty good…”

He said, taking another bite. He then put the plate in your lap

Vincent: “Hold this…”

He said, then walked off, going back into the kitchen. He watched you as you looked around for a moment before taking a small bite, realizing how good it was and how hungry you were. You took bigger bites.

Vincent: “Save some for me!...”

He said jokingly and smiled as he looked at you and was cleaning up around the kitchen.