Twisted Passion (Vincent x Reader)

(1) Co-Workers

     When you thought of work, you never thought of it as being so testing. You always thought it would be far more simple than what you have had to experience so far. You were far from the truth. So very, very far that it was life changing. Then again... you worked as a bartender. Of course your job was going to be a complete test. Every night you had to deal with drunken guys hitting on you, flirting, and trying their best to take you home.
     You were far better than that though. You weren't naive in the least and you knew how to keep yourself protected. Your occupation didn't reside at a club, but rather at a classy diner that happened to have a bar section to it where many men and women would go to drink. It had decent pay and you were good at your job, always keeping the customers occupied and happy.
     During your shift which existed between the hours of one in the afternoon, and eleven at night, you saw many people, as well as worked with many. However, the diner lacked a certain flare to it which caused the owner of the business to hire someone who would add a bit more class to the place.
     You arrived at work one day, specifically on September 7th, 1985, to hear the sound of a piano being played. Looking around, you saw the beautiful black instrument on a small-scale stage set up across the diner from where you worked. Playing expertly was a tall man who seemed to be quite fond of the color purple. It ran to a degree that you wondered if the man had mental problems or something along those lines considering his skin was also purple, but then again upon thinking this you thought yourself to be racist.
    You approached the man, knowing that not many people would be botheree by the lack of music if he were to stop as today seemed to be a slow day in the diner. He looked at you, revealing his white irises whixh you found perculiar. He seemed to be able to play the music with ease, even when his attention was focused solely on you. It was simply fascinating to know that someone was able to perform in such a way.
    A small, warm smile met his lips as he took his hands away from the keys to adjust his purple hair which was pulled back in a rather messy ponytail, held by a red hairtie. His eyes scanned you briefly, taking in the sight of your marvelous (H/C) hair, (E/C) eyes, and your (F/C) workshirt. He was dresses in all purple, excluding his pants which were black and were being held up by a black belt with a silver lock. "I believe you're my new co-worker, (Y/N)? Correct me if I'm wrong," he said, maintaining his smile.
     You nodded, surprised that he already knew and remembered your name as not many people bothered to remember it, and simply gave you cute little nicknames which you often despised. "That's correct," you replied, attempting to put on a smile of your own to match his. "And just who are you?" He glanced at the piano before looking back at you. "Vincent - Vincent Bishop," he stated. You felt a sensation of warmth spread through your body at the sound of his name, as if you were bound to hear it at some point in your life.
    "Well it's very nice to meet you, Vincent," you said as you extendes a hand to him which he then shook. He stood up and released your hand. He couldn't have been any shorter than 6'2", compared to your (H). "Agreed," he said with a sly grin. "I suppose I'll be seeing you around then, hm?," he questioned, glancing towards the bar you worked at. You folded your hands and looked at him. "I guess so," you said.
     "I should probably be going now," you continued while gesturing towards your station. He nodded his understanding. "Of course. I'll see you around, (Y/N)." You smiled warmly and went to the bar you worked at, leaving him alone at the piano. Vincent sat down and continued playing, smirking contently to himself. He muttered to himself as he secretly watched you prepare for customers. "And I intend on seeing far more of you, my love."