Deadplate Vincent x reader

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As the morning light beamed through the sheer curtains of my apartment window. I awoke to the blaring sound of my alarm. The clock showed 5:30am. I desperately wanted to hit snooze and lay in my plush blankets all day but I couldn't. Today was my first day of work at La Gueule de Saturne. I'd worked at restaurants before but this was by far the most esteemed so my nerves were high. I still wasn't sure how I even landed the job but I wasn't going to question it for now because I desperately needed the money.

Rent had gone up lately and I'd been struggling to even feed myself let alone pay bills. This new job payed more and I hoped it would be enough to get by.

I threw the covers off the bed and went to the bathroom to begin getting ready. My shift started at 6:30 so I had about an hour till I needed to be there. I looked in the mirror. I'll admit I looked rough. I had been having trouble sleeping lately and the bags under my eyes had become visible. I brushed my teeth and applied concealer to hopefully disguise my sleepless nights. I did all of my other daily routines before slipping on the collared shirt, vest, dress pants, and apron of the uniform I'd been mailed.

I thought it was odd. All other places I'd worked at in the past I had met with someone in person before being hired. But here I mailed in my resume and received a uniform and letter saying I'd been hired a few days later. No interview or anything. I hadn't actually met the man who owned the restaurant. Vincent Charbonneau was his name. I knew very little about him other than that he was a chef who opened his own place after rising to fame for his cooking.

Opening my nearly empty fridge I grabbed a singular apple to have for breakfast. I desperately needed to go shopping but I had to wait for my first paycheck.

I checked my watch and it showed the time was 6:15, so I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my bag, and locked my apartment door before heading to the restaurant.

Finishing my apple I arrived at the restaurant at 6:25. I looked up at the red sign confirming my location and pushed the door open. A small bell ringing overhead. The second I entered I was greeted by an abnormally muscular red-headed man.

"You must be Y/N. I'm Rody I'm also a waiter here."

He smiled and put out his hand for me to shake. I gladly accepted.

"Nice to meet you Rody. Do you know where Mr. Charbonneau is? I'm supposed to speak to him before I start."

I asked him. I was still quite nervous to meet the mysterious restaurant owner.

"Vince? He's in the back. Follow me but be warned he has quite the attitude problem."

This just heightened my anxiety but I pushed it off, nodded, and followed Rody as he led.