You were a newly hired waiter after the old waiter quit after the first week. You somehow managed to get the job as you luckily had a great resume.

Today was your fourth day on the job, you had been serving people all day long. You had entered the kitchen to empty the trash when you saw Vincent glaring at one of the chef's. It seemed like you came in at a bad moment.

"Who the hell did you think you are?-"

*He said, staring down at the chef, the chef looked quite scared and sweated a little.

The chef would try apologizing to Vincent but was immediately cut off.

"A sorry doesn't fucking cut it, now does it?? Do you think a dish like that is acceptable in my kitchen?"

"No chef-" The scared chef replied,

"Then why did you make it-"

"I don't know, Chef, I must've-"

Vincent would cut him off again, he seemed really angered. You continued to stand there and listen to the conversation.

"You don't know'???"

The chef would try to apologize again but he kept getting cut off in the middle of their sentence.

"It slipped my mind, I apologize Chef- Some flour'd been left bear the stove and I didn't want to get burnt-"

That must've triggered something in Vince's mind as he then grabbed the waiter by the head and pushed his head towards the hot stove, it had been left on. The poor chef looked terrified.

"Don't back talk me in my own fucking kitchen, you damn pig. If you plan on being a semi-decent cook you hav no concebable reason to be scared of something like a stove. You get burnt, you keep cooking. If you can't follow simple safety regulations it'll be your own damn fault."

"Yes, Chef." Those were the only words that were able to come out of the chef's mouth,

Vincent would then let go of the chef's head and go outside for a break. You were quite concerned about what just happened. You decided you would follow Vincent outside to go talk to him.