Vince didn't really know why he liked you better than the other critics. His bistro earns many positive reviews, so what was different with you? He was obsessed with how his restaurant was perceived by the public, sure. But then there was... you. Perfect in every way in his eyes.

"Here's your food." Vince mumbled in his scarily monotone voice as he sat the meal down in front of you. He insisted he'd serve you to Rody, so he had to make this count. He absolutely needed to impress you into staying longer this time.

Maybe that's where the strange feeling of shame creeped up in him. Where he was suddenly worried about his eye bags, his hair, his paleness. Now was no time to be insecure, surely. But how could he help it when you stared up at him like that?

"Um.. Enjoy your meal, sir." He croaked out helplessly. His mind sure that you thought of him as odd now.