The song that changed my heart

New Surprise For a New Work Day

"Hello?" Vincent said as he picked up the phone. "Hi, is this Vincent Charboneaue?" Dolly's voice said from the other side. Her voice grainy as it came from the speaker. "Yes Dolly it is me." Vincent replied. He could hear a sigh. "Oh god, Vince do you know where Rody is? Richard went outside to check the mail, and found his bike hidden in the bushes. I talked with Amilee and she said she last saw him on your shoulder. Is he with you?" Dolly explained frantically. "Yes he's with me." Another sigh came from the phone. "Do you think you can drop him by?" Dolly asked. "I'll be over there with him to pick up his bike." Vincent replied. "Alright, bye." Dolly said before the phone disconnected. 

Vincent exhaled another huff of smoke. Richard was starting to get on his last nerve. If Vincent was going to be honest with himself he'd always thought he'd find Rody more annoying than anything. Yet the redhead and his goofy sense of self seemed to have grown on him. Vincent placed the tobacco back against his lips. Vincent already didn't like Richard that much, but by god he was starting to get on his nerves. The thud of the employee entrance broke Vincent from his thoughts. "Sorry I'm late!" Rody shouted. "And what's your excuse this time?" Vincent asked as he huffed smoke in Rody's direction. It was only then did he notice how horrible Rody looked. Bags under his eyes, and he appeared to be shaking a bit. "Jesus, you look horrible. Did you sleep last night?" Vincent asked. Rody brought a hand to rub the back of his neck. "Not really. Had some pretty bad nightmares." Rody explained. Vincent looked back out at the nearly packed dining room. When he looked back at Rody. He quickly noticed Rody's undone tie. He grumbled something unintelligible to even himself as he dosed his cigarette against the wall. He pulled Rody by his tie ribbons and began to time them. Rody remained quiet as he did so. Vincent tightened the knot up to his throat. "Now you look at least a bit more professional." Vincent said as he took a step back. Rody just stared down before looking back up at him. Vincent could've sworn he saw a bit of pink dusting his cheeks. Perhaps it was just his imagination. "Now get to work. A rush came in early." Vincent demanded. Rody quickly nodded and dashed off, though not where Vincent expected. Instead of going towards the counter with the platters he went towards the janitor's closet. Vincent furrowed his brows as he approached. What on earth did the boy think he was doing? Nothing could prepare him for what he saw. Rody steadying himself against the wall as he stood up on a pair of roller skates. His jaw nearly hit the floor. "Rody you can't actually be serious!?" Vincent exclaimed as Rody gave him a smile. "Relax Vince, I can do this easy peasy, watch." With that Rody slid off, grabbing his platters and gliding out of the kitchen. Vincent quickly pulled out another cigarette from his pack. Quickly lighting it and walking into the office. In the small corner was a peephole he had purposefully made to spy on the waiters. Of course Richard hadn't noticed, nor did he need to know. Vincent spent almost an entire hour into Rody's shift standing there, watching. He was not going to have this waiter add another fuck up to the plate of problems he had. Rody was actually quite graceful whilst rolling around. Although he nearly toppled over. Only adding more to Vincent's paranoia about him on skates. "What the hell were you thinking Richard?" Vincent mumbled to himself. He doused the cigarette on his apron. It wasn't even ignited enough to cause permanent damage. Then he left the office. Making sure his chefs were once again supervised. Though after an hour the rush had died down, and Rody was getting bored. "Hey Vince." Rody said with a grin as he slid towards him. "What Lamoree?" Vincent asked roughly. "What's your favorite dish?" Rody asked. Vincent shrugged. "Dunno." He replied hoping the conversation would die then and there. Of course it didn't. "That's not an actual answer." Rody replied, poking Vincent's shoulder. "Come on, you can't tell me that out of all the dishes you've made you don't have a favorite?" Rody said, poking Vincent's shoulder again, and again. "Fine. Lemons I guess." "Like Lemon tarts, Lemon meringue?" "No, just plain Lemons." Rody tilted his head and raised a brow. "How can you just eat raw lemons? Aren't they sour?" Vincent closed his eyes. He was just going to have to say it. "I wouldn't know. I don't have a sense of taste." Rody only seemed more confused. "What do you mean by that? I mean your apartment is a bit tacky, but it's not terrible." Vincent left his mouth open. He was about ready to explain further, but with that comment he was considering not. Rody leaned back with a sheepish grin. Holding his hands up like he was surrendering. "Sorry." He muttered. "I lost my ability to taste when I was young." Vincent explained gruffly. "Ohhh that makes more sense." Rody said before bringing back the same smile. "So are you single?" Rody asked almost teasingly. Vincent groaned. He hated the question. "Yes, and I don't waste my time with petty romances." He responded. Rody's jaw practically landed on the floor upon hearing his words. "Petty romances? Not all romances are petty. Maybe you just haven't met the right person?" Rody suggested. Vincent rolled his eyes. "Don't you have customers to serve?" Vincent asked as Rody quickly straightened up. "Oh right I came back here to take out the trash." With that he slid off to Vincent's relief. Meanwhile Rody's words stuck to his brain. "You just haven't met the right person yet?" Does he not realize how stupid those words are? He had those words many times in his life. His grandparents, many family members, some friends, several ladies he has run into. The list went on, and on. No matter how many times they were said he knew they would just end up burnt like any hopes and dreams they had for him all grown up. A wife would never be in the equation. He just couldn't find anything there for women. Men had always been his drawing, and it seemed like nothing was new. As his mind, and eyes had all but been drawn to the redhead rolling back in from outside, and putting a new bag back in. He began to glide over to Vincent. Clearly about to ask more questions. Then one chef moving over to the sink walked in front of him. Sending Rody off course. Starting to tumble downward. Without thinking Vincent grabbed his hand and moved it upward. Rody was now left hanging. Vincent sighed as he grabbed Rody's waist and pulled him up. Vincent could feel his face flush. "Back to work." He muttered as he let go. Rody stood there almost frozen. "Rody!" Vincent shouted. "Right back to work!" Shouted before gliding away. Vincent sighed as he leaned against the wall. There was one thing he knew. It didn't matter if he ever met the right person. What would matter was that it would always be at the wrong time.