The song that changed my heart

An Unexpected Meet

The blaring alarm began to ring through the room. Rody groaned as he slapped his hand against the clock. He closed his eyes hoping for sleep to claim him once again. Afterall what had he had today that was so important today? Work. Rody shot up immediately and looked back at his clock. He had only ten minutes until the restaurant opened, and only fifteen minutes until his shift started, and lived a twenty minute ride away from the restaurant. Rody ran through his house like a madman. Quickly removing his late evening clothes and into his waiter's uniform. He rushed into his leaky bathroom. Snagging his brush and attempting to tame his ginger locks for five seconds before rushing back out and grabbing his bike. Rushing out of his apartment, and locking his door before heading down the stairs and quickly reaching the sidewalk and pedaling as fast as he could down the mostly deserted streets. Rody would be thanking the cloudy weather that threatened rain either for encouraging him to peddle faster, or for keeping pedestrians off of the street. Though he still arrived ten minutes late. He changed his bike by the dumpster, and bursted in through the employee entrance. "Sorry I'm late!" Rody exclaimed, catching the attention of the chefs, and of course Richard, the head chef. His face showed annoyance, but possible concern as well? "Rody, just get your plates, and get to work." Richard said annoyed as he looked back down at the clip board. Rody nodded, and quickly grabbed one silver platter with glasses, a wine bottle, and another empty plate. Richard muttered something about Rody being earlier than usual. Rody didn't bother to ask questions. He knew by now everyone who was employed at the restaurant knew about the break up. Everyone knew how it affected him. Yet it still left little room for sympathy. Rody put on the bright customer smile his other twenty seven jobs had taught him how to.

After about an hour or two. Rody got a small break since rush time had died down, and was waiting for a new meal to be ready for another customer. Then the familiar ringing of the phone was heard throughout the kitchen. Richard walked over to the phone placed close to the office. Rody remembered asking about why that phone was there. Richard had said it was there in case he couldn't answer it someone else could and he could more easily supervise who does. Yet today like most days was not one of those days when someone else had to pick up. "Hello this La Guetenia how may I..." Richard paused. "What, slow down Doll, what's going on?" Upon hearing the name Doll Rody turned his head over. Richard only ever used that pet name for his girlfriend Dottie. To the point that most people including Rody just knew her as Dolly. It had struck Rody as odd as to why Dolly had chosen a pet name as a stage name, but then who was he to judge. "I'll be there as soon as I can." Richard said as he hung the phone up before quickly picking it back up again. "Is everything all right?" Rody asked concern, lacing his voice. "Some idiot wasn't paying attention to pedestrians and hit Dolly." Richard explained as he began dialing a number. Rody felt slight panic. Dolly was the lead singer, and showstopper. "IS SHE OKAY?" Rody exclaimed in fear. "She's fine, thankfully the injuries aren't awful but the dumbass will still going fast enough to cause damage." Richard said as the phone began to ring again before picking up. "Vincent. I need you to get your ass down here now. Dolly's in hospital and I need to go. I know you don't live far, just get down and supervise until I get back or something else." Richard demanded holding the phone up for another minute before slamming it down. A bell rang next to Rody calling his attention to the dish. He grabbed it and served it to the customer before rushing back and placing another ticket in. There was another waiter, Valire, waiting. "What's got Richard and you so worked up?" She asked. Looking back into the kitchen to see the curly haired brunette rushing around the kitchen gathering his things, and placing things that whoever Vincent was would probably be needing. "Dolly got injured, and is in the hospital. Richard is fixing to leave." Rody explained. "Did he call one of the managers he has, or are we just left unsupervised?" Valire asked. "Yeah he called someone named Vincent." Upon hearing that name Valire snapped her head in his direction. Even the other waiter Dillan tensed up. Giving a short glance in their direction. Rody raised a brow and looked back at the cooks who seemed just as tense. Valire signed and she looked at Rody. "You've never had to work with Vincent have you?" Valire asked as Rody nodded his head. "I've never had anybody else surprise me except Richard." Rody explained before a ding called Valire away. "Then I wish you good luck. You're going to need it." Valire said as she walked over to the dish. Leaving Rody confused. Surely this Vincent wasn't that bad. Then Rpdy's mind flashed to the night of the concert. The raven haired male he spoke to. His name was Vincent as well wasn't it? Perhaps they were the same person. Rody rolled his own eyes at the assumption. Sure the Vincent from the orchestra was a bit cold, and a little terrifying, but Valire had looked at him like the Vincent from the orchestra was going to kill him. Surely they were two different people. Rody was quickly proven wrong when the employee entrance burst open. There stood a familiar man. The same pale skin, and black hair. His eyes are the same endless voids. Though at the orchestra where he looked more friendly here he looked like he was about to murder someone. Richard rushed out of the office. "Thank you again for coming, Vincent. I promise I will pay you overtime, goodbye." Richard said as he exited out the door. Rody and Vincent locked eyes. In those bland voids he could see recognition. Though Vincent didn't seem to make any effort to interact with. Rather he moved to the corner and began to watch the chefs. The bell rang, summoning Rody to the dishes that had been placed on the counter for a table for two. Rody placed them both on them plater and rushed over to the customers. Whilst rushing around he couldn't help but feel Vincent's eyes on him. Eventually the trash was full. Resulting in Rody to take it out. Of course Rody also saw this as an opportunity. After taking the trash out he approached the raven haired male. "Hey Vincent right." Rody greeted awkwardly. The kitchen sounded much quieter than it had earlier. Vincent's eyes were now on him. Staring into his soul. "What do you want? Don't you have work to do?" Vincent asked angrily. "Well I'm done serving my customers for now. I wanted to come up and talk. You're in the orchestra Richard's in right?" Rody asked stupidly. Vincent sighed. "Of course I am. You had a conversation with me last night. I wasn't aware Richard would let someone like you show up to work looking like that." Vincent said as he eyed Rody up and down. Clearly taking note of his messy hair, untied tie, and wrinkles barely visible to customers on his jeans, shirt, and vest. Rody gulped as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Really, I didn't know Richard would..." "Just shut up and get back to work, Rody." Vincent said harshly. Rody swallowed back any other conversation ideas and let them die in his throat as he went back out onto the floor. When he did he quickly noticed Valire and Dillan's shocked expression. As if they expected him to seal his fate as soon as he approached Vincent. Rody shrugged it off and continued to work.