The song that changed my heart

How Is He Not Fired?

The clock continuously ticked down one second. One second closer for him to leave. Yet it continued on for agonizingly longer than it should. Every second longer Vincent was there made it feel like every second closer to when he would be put into a mental asylum. Everything should be going smoothly. If it weren't for Rody. Chatting customers ears off, even flirting with some of them. Vincent could tell some were just being polite, but it was Rody who should've been the one avoiding talking longer than necessary, not the other way around. Following that the boy was a clutz. A natural disaster waiting to happen. Sometimes he'd stumble, and a few times he nearly tripped. Even though he managed to catch himself every time, Vincent still felt like he was having a heart attack. Fearful that the freshly made food would just go flying, and land on some poor soul. Then there would be two messes made by the disaster of the waiter. Vincent seriously began questioning Richard's decision to keep Rody around this long. Sure maybe personal opinions played a role, but personal opinions could only go so far. Especially when it came to professionalism. At a certain point Rody just lacked it all. Yet here he was, still bussing tables, making tips, and serving food. Yet at the same time something about Rody captivated Vincent. He was surprisingly muscular looking. One could definitely tell he worked out. Pared with his stature Vincent could see why some customers may return. Though it was a very slim chance they would. Vincent snapped the thoughts from his head. This was not the time, nor place to be thinking like this. He had a bistro to run. There wasn't any time to focus on the attractiveness of an employee. Then of course Rody would cause a disatar just by being himself. "Hey Vince." Rody said as he approached him. Vincent let out a silent sigh. "What Rody?" Vincent muttered. "So how did you meet Richard?" Rody asked. "We went to the same university." Vincent replied quickly. Keeping it short hoping to get Rody away and back to serving customers. "Oh, I honestly thought you met through the orchestra." Vincent shrugged his shoulders, It was a valid assumption. "How old are you?" Rody asked. "Twenty eight." Vincent replied quickly. "Wait, I'm older than you?" Rody asked. Vincent snapped his head over to Rody's direction. "What?" Vincent asked, now his interest had peaked. "Well I'm thirty." Rody explained Vincent stood there in silence. Thirty? This puppy dog in human form was thirty? Vincent refused to believe it. With Rody's attitude, and mannerism Vincent would assume he was younger than him. Hell he even looked younger than him. "I know most people get shocked when I tell them that, they assume I'm around..." "The order for your table is up..." Vincent said as a bell was rung. Rody quickly rushed over to it. Giving Vincent a way to escape into the office. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out a package of cigarettes. Reaching into his other pocket to pull out a lighter. He lit it, placing the tobacco between his lips. He placed both items on the desk before opening a drawer at the bottom. Richard had to keep records of employees. With the bottom drawer being the biggest it was no surprise that there were files in it, and thankfully the ones he was looking for. All organized in alphabetical order. Though it was cut off right before the T's. Vincent's fingers graced over looking for the first name, until finally his eyes landed on it. The last file in the L category. Vincent pulled it out. Shutting the drawer as well. Opening the file showed a copy of Rody's resume, and notes Richard had made. First he looked at the Resume. Rody had been completely truthful about his age. Rody Lamoree, thirty years old, born two years before him. Though it wasn't the only surprise awaiting him. Listing where his previous jobs were was like listing every restaurant in France. Vincent had even been to some of the places listed on his resume. It's a miracle he hadn't run into Rody sooner, or perhaps it was a curse. Vincent rolled his eyes at the thought. Before blowing smoke out. Flipping over was the references from his previous employers. Almost all seemed to repeat the same sentiment. Good at serving dishes, well versed at keeping customers entertained, and a bit unprofessional, but not a bad waiter. Though Vincent was surprised by how Rody's last jobs ended. Very few times he was actually fired. Most of them he quitted. Vincent exhaled another cloud. "That can't be right." Vincent muttered checking to make sure his contacts were still in place. They were. Vincent closed the file and placed it back in the drawer before returning to the kitchen. His ears caught wind of small whispers that vanished as soon as the door opened Vincent took another huff of smoke before returning to the corner he supervised in. Not a hair was out of place. The cogs that made up the restaurant were still turning. Though not everyone got the note. Vincent could see Rody chatting with another waiter as they were busting a table. She had pale skin, black hair, and brown eyes. Vincent took another huff. He would have to talk to Richard about this. He could handle one of the waiters, but Rody and Lauren would be the real disaster.