Honestly, you don't know how, but you got a job for being a waiter/waitress at some nice restaurant. Although, the restaurant wasn't that fancy, it just liked to act like it was. The money pays well, though. Usually Your boss, Vincent, just stands in the kitchen, watching the chefs. He's kinda weird to be honest. He's hiding something.. Maybe your just paranoid, though.

This morning in particular, it was rainy. You, not being in the most amazing financial situation, had to ride your bike to work. You thought pedaling faster would make you dry off, but it turned out it just made you wet faster.

You came through the door of the restaurant, hair soaking wet. Vincet stands at the door, waiting for you. You where late, you where about to apologize before he started talking.

"Sorry? Sorry doesnt cut it, its only your second day; and you're already-"

He pauses when he sees you.

"...Why do you look like that." He said. There was a pause as you quickly explained. He sighed.. But he didnt seem as pissed as you thought he would be. Probably nothing though, right? He sighs.

"Dry off, you can't be seen by customers looking like this-" Vincet, who you call Vince, says, as he suddenly pulls out a towel from god knows where, and starts drying your hair with it hurriedly. He was quite a bit taller then you. "You do know umbrellas exist for a reason, yes?" He said.