"His Delicious Obsession." A Dead Plate Fanfiction

Tart Training

Nobody's POV:

Rody was jumping, urgently trying to fix himself up, but that only made him look worse.
"Quit it," Vince had told him with a rather stern look. "Look, this is a highly sought-after position. You should be grateful you're even here in the first place."

Creator note: I don't exactly know the dialogue, so my apologies.😭 Also I'ma modify the training sesh here since I'm pretty sure a lot of ya'll don't wanna sit through the same thing again. After all, you're reading fanfiction!

Vince and Rody had a little conversation back and forth about Rody's job status and what kind of a job he'd gotten himself into.
Rody, now a little bit embarrassed and surely nervous, gawked anxiously at the door, hoping nobody would walk through.

Rody's POV:

My nails slightly hurt at the rate I was picking at them. I tried my hardest not to fidget, but force didn't seem to work like that. I looked down at my now dusty, black shoes, then back at my nails. They were choppy and short from my bad habit. I turned around to look for Vince to see if he had that stern, cold, judging look again. I peaked at the kitchen door, hoping the staff wouldn't notice. I'm not too sure why I was too worried about that, but I was.
Vince was leaning against the kitchen door, and I thought I had seen him look away the split moment I had noticed him. Sweat started to develop on my face, and my body got hot. My hands were shaking with the menus in them. I felt like a steam room. Does my boss already hate me? To be fair, though, he does seem like an asshole so far. Is that why he only has one waiter?
"Uhm, excuse me!"

Nobody's POV:

A pleasant looking woman with vanilla-blonde hair walked up to the edge of the red hall that led the customers towards the main part of the restaurant. Behind her followed a delicate woman with chestnut-brown hair. "Table for two, please!" The blonde one requested.
Rody, now twice as nervous. Scrambled over to greet and seat them.
"Watch where you sit them. You don't want too many people crowded into one area," Vincent told him sternly. Rody gave him a nod as a sign of "I've got it!" He nervously guided them to a rather neater looking area nearest to the kitchen in the middle. He handed the menus to the ladies and went back to where he was looking for customers until they were ready to order.

Vincent's POV:

"Good. The customers will take a moment to see what we are serving today. They will then put their menus down, ready for their order. Dont keep them waiting." I also made sure to tell Rody the order the cooks make the food.
"What we're serving today?" He asked me.
"Yes. Customers don't pick what they eat. Instead, we have a strict menu that changes daily. You would have known that if you read the interview."
"I skimmed it."
... Skimmed it? That's it? I sighed. This is gonna take some work. But hey, it's better than having to do this myself.
I'm heavily unsure of the new waiter, but I wasn't mad or irritated with him. Rody.. that's a cute name. Wait, no! What the hell? I just think the name isn't.. shitty. Yeah. I watched him closely. I would smoke, but that would make me look bad in front of the customers.. and Rody. No! Why did I care what he thought already? Well, I do only have him as a waiter. I don't want to go back to having to deal with those impatient bitches again myself. Anyway, I could tell that Rody was nervous. Why did he choose this position if he can't handle it, I'm not sure. I'll excuse it for now. After all, he's still training.
His arms remained behind his back, like they were dragging him away from having to serve these people.
The women were eventually ready to order, so they sat down their menus, and Rody was immediately on his way. I watched close.
His orange hair had a bounce to it as he walked. The way he walked, talked, and everything he seemed to do almost affected me in a way. He had broad shoulders and looked to be in good shape. His eyes were wide open, and I saw the joy right in them. His long, gorgeous legs did a walk that was just so.. pleasant. His voice was at a higher pitch, and although he sounded anxious, I could hear the hope, determination, and joy in it.
Hold on - the walk..... why did I think of it like that? There's nothing to him or so, I think. I'm just.. I need a smoke break. But I can't just leave him here. This whole restaurant is going up in flames if I leave him here!(Pun intended)
But at the same time, I didn't want to leave. He made me rather nervous in a way, but it pulled me in closer. I've never felt like this, so I'm unsure of exactly how to feel about it. Doesn't matter, though. I'll just deal with it.
I don't really feel anymore, neither can I taste. I can't feel emotion. It's like one day they were shut off, and the next day, they couldn't be turned back on.
"Uhm, Vincent? Are you okay?"
I jumped slightly, and I immediately snapped out of thought. My head got warm, and I saw Rody right there. Not too close, but close. He looked confused.
"What is it, Rody?"'

Rody's POV:

Something about Vincent was off.. very off. He was staring at me the whole time I was doing my job. Then, when I left to put the order in, his eyes weren't exactly following me and rather just stayed put. He looked dead in the eyes.
"Uuh.. do we have takeout?" I asked him. An older gentleman asked me this not too long ago. I turned back to see him getting annoyed. So he's an impatient one, huh?
"Oh," he said. Vincent walked over to the table and put on a smile. He looked so sweet and charming. But the staff surely knows different.
"Heh, sorry. He's new. No, we don't have takeout," he said softly. A shockwave of warmth hit my body from the way he said that. It sounded so nice, so warm, and so comforting. I was surprised someone like him could act this way. I know nothing about him, but if I know one thing, he defidently doesn't actually treat anybody like this for jackshit. I took a good look at Vince. He was putting on a little show, and I could see right through it. But of course I could, I had already seen the true him, I think. He walked back to his spot he was staring at me from. I heard a bell coming from the kitchen, and I looked to see an appetizer. A second followed not too long after the first one had been delivered to the two women who waited patiently. After serving the appetizers, the older man put down his menu more aggressively than a regular patrion would. I took his order and sent it to the kitchen.
By the time his order was ready, I had put in the mains for the two ladies. I went to go grab the man's order, but he started to get up instead.
"Ugh! This is taking forever. I'm leaving." He stormed out of the restaurant. Vince had an irritated look on his face. His eyes got sharper and more awake. Something about it was so unsettling, and it made me want to quit already. He told me to throw the plate away unless someone else wanted the same order.
Apparently, I'm also the trash boy. A lot of work for a server, if you ask me.
After finishing up the women's orders and earning the money, I was sure I got this all down. After those customers, the morning rush came in.