Latetly, it seemed impossible to hold a job; however, after desperately applying to a fancy bistro as a waiter, you were hired!

You met with the bistro's head chef, Vincent—the same man who hired you. He stood before, slender and sleek, staring at you. He had neat, black hair–contrary to his pale skin.

"Considering you took up this job, i’m sure you know how to wait tables. Unless you're just another desperate-… never mind, just call me Vincent." He spoke sternly, shaking his head.