Deadplate

just keep working, dont be afraid!

Rody pov

I continued to drive to that Bistro, arriving there as i put my bike away, standing infront of the door, soaked in rain-water.
'I hope Vincent isnt gonna get mad at me...' i mutter, nervous now as i also was kind of late.

What a coincidence.

I open the door, walking in as i look at Vincent, his eyes already piercing a what felt like thousand holes on my body.
'Sorry im late...' i Mumble, Holding onto my knees, trying to calm down.

'People cant see you... like THAT!' He grumbles as he grabs a towel, pulling me against him as he rubs my hair dry.
'V-vincent..?' I squeal, trying to pull away, obviously failing by the grip of this dude.
'Its Boss.' He growls.
i kinda found it cute he was so protective as i just let him be, blushing.
'You do know umbrellas exist, right?'
'I dont have one.' I mumble.
'... then have mine for the ride home.' He mumbles.

Was he really that generous towards me?

'There, youre better now.' He mumbles as he looks away.
'T-thanks...' i mumble, chuckling as i look around,
then back at him as he stared, blankly.

A deathstare.

'...' He looks at me, not letting his eyes go off me.
'... i-ill get to work now..' i mumble, looking away embarrassed as i walk off.

"Why am i so stupid..?" I thought to myself, taking a deep breath as i watch Vincent walk back to the kitchen.
'I should check that hole.' I quietly mumble, patiently waiting Till he left.

He left.

I took my Chance, running over as i crouch down, Peeking through it.
Yet i still only saw a bit of the kitchen floor.

How boring.

I got up again, ready to do my job as i saw the first few customers, doing the ususal.

Greeting them, seating them, taking their Orders, bringing them the food and when theyre done eating, give them the Bill, getting paid, putting the dishes away and taking out the trash.

Its easy, isnt it?

During an order, i walk into the kitchen to take the trash out, as i zoned out, walking over to Vincent.
'Boss..?' I nervously ask, smiling.
'What.' He grumbles. He doesnt seem like hes in a good mood if you ask me.
'You dont do anything back here.' I smile as if nothing happend.
'... im supervising the cooking. EVERY dish needs to be made with perfection.' He mumbles, defensive over himself actually just watching.
'If its even slightly off i have to step in. I cant let the reputation of this Restaurant be Ruined. Besides, arent YOU supposed to work?'
'... uh...' i nervously laugh
'Do your job, asking this many questions when its only the second day of work can impact your work.'

Jeez... this dude really can defend himself, stupid Bastard.
I walk back, continuing to do my job as after, i walk up to him.
'Vince-' He immidiately interrupted me.
'Its BOSS.'

'... i just wanted to ask you something... again.' I mumble.
'And what?' He mutters.
'Whats your favourite food?' I grin, intrigued on the answer.
'... uh... lemons.' He mumbles... He doesnt just eat raw lemons... right..?
'Like lemon pie? Lemon tart? Lemon ice-cream?'
'Uh... no.. raw ones.' He looks at me.
'... just raw ones...? Arent they sour?' I mumble, kinda confused. 'But thats not an answer!' I squeal.
'Yeah just raw ones, and they are an answer.' He grins as he looks away.

One of the first times i saw him grin or having another look on his stupid face except that resting bitch-look.

'Whats your favourite food?' He asks me As he looks back at me.
'Uhm... whatever my girlfriend eats i guess...' i mumble.
'Thats also not an answer.' He mumbles.
'Ugh...' i groan, taking the trash out as i continued to do my job.

I slowly finish after a while, still having the heebie-jeebies after Vincent staring at me, biting my lip.
"He really creeps me out... like really..."  i thought to myself, shivering as i got cold, running into the kitchen as i ran toward Vincent.
'Can i have a hug?' I mumble, looking at him.
'...' He looks at me in shock, staring at me... again.

Another deathstare of this motherfucker.

'No.' He mutters, as he looks away.
'Please...?' I squeal, looking at him, jumping up and down.
'I said no, now leave.' He growls.
'... jeez.. fine...' i sigh, as he hands me the umbrella of him, walking out the Restaurant, getting on my bike as i rode home.