" Let's paint the floor red || Rody x Vincent || Dead Plate "

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It was the next day, two hours before the bistro opens. Usually Vincent would be up earlier than this but he had a headache and didn't feel the best because of the alcohol, a hangover.

He groaned as he sat up, still in the outfit from last night. He slowly stood up, stumbling a bit because of the heels. He must have just forgot to take everything off last night. He sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bed then kicked the heels off his feet.

He was exhausted. So exhausted in fact. He yawned as he stood up, stumbling yet again. He walked, stumbled, over to his dresser. He pulled out his chef outfit, white button up and black dress pants. He slipped out of the dress then slipped into that outfit, also putting on some socks and his shoes.

Work was definitely going to be fun today with a hangover and tiredness. So fun. Sarcasm was one of Vincent's coping mechanisms if you couldn't tell by now.

He rubbed his eyes as he walked out of his bedroom and to the kitchen. He decided he'd make a shake of everything he needed for nutrition, like he always does about three times a day (I'm pretty sure this is canon of what he does but my friend told me so I'm not sure). He did that then drank it, good thing he didn't have any taste otherwise this would probably taste like shit. He rinsed out the cup then set it on the other side of the sink.

He walked over to the door of his apartment, walking down the stairs then to the bistro beneath it. He walked to the back door, grabbing the keys from his pocket then unlocking the door. He walked in, shutting the door behind him. The chefs should show up any minute now but he wasn't sure of when his waiter would arrive, usually been a little late everyday.

He sighed as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a rag then getting it wet with the sink water. He started wiping down the kitchen counters, wanting to get the place a little more clean before opening even though it wasn't needed. The bistro was already really clean, another reason it always did so well.

That was when he heard the back door opening, turning his head to see his... waiter! Rody was early for once, raising an eyebrow at that. Rody looked like shit though. Bags under eyes, clearly tired, and he looked under the weather. He looked away as he continued to wipe down the counters. "Early for once, great." He stated.

Rody looked at Vincent and smiled widely, making him look less tired or like shit. "You'll never guess who I saw last night!" He said with such excitement, making Vincent pause. Did he mean...? Surely not. Rody couldn't have recognized him. Right? He cleared his throat. "Who?"

"This beautiful woman!" Rody chuckled and walked over to Vincent. "She had short black hair, pale skin, and a beautiful red dress" Rody looked up to the ceiling like he was daydreaming while leaning against the kitchen counter next to Vincent. Rody seemed very into this women, oh boy... Vincent couldn't help but blush, whether from embarrassment or something else wasn't known to him.

"Really? Did you talk to her?" He looked at Rody as he stopped wiping the counter off. Rody shook his head to Vincent's question.

Rody sighed and his smile faltered a bit. "No... She left before I had the chance. We did lock eyes before she left, it's almost like she didn't want me to talk to her on purpose." Shit, it was Vincent that Rody was talking about.

Vincent moved to wipe off the other kitchen counters. "Right, so what does that have to do with you being early?" He looked down at his hand motion.

"Oh!" Rody stood up properly and followed Vincent. "Well, I decided that if I wanted a women to even give me a chance, I should turn my life around."

Does that mean he'll take showers? Because he clearly doesn't. Vincent though. "Right." He put the rag next to the sink once he finished. "So you're starting with coming to work early?"

"Yeah! Well, actually I started with cleaning up my apartment a little. I plan to save up to help fix up everything that's broken or anything like that." He shrugged.

"Mhm..." Vincent wasn't sure how to respond to this. Rody was getting his life together because of a mysterious women he saw at the bar which is also Vincent but Rody doesn't know that. Strange incident. "Well, since you're here early," He turned to Rody. "Why don't you go clean some of the tables?" He pointed to the door that leads to the restaurant area (I don't know what it's called). "Okay?" He then put his hand down.

At least it gave Rody something to do rather than talk about Vincent, unknown to him at least. Rody nodded then grabbed what he needed, walking out and doing what he was told.

Vincent sighed in relief, pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn't have much time to think about the situation because some of the chefs started to walk inside the back door. He put his hand down then walked to the back of the kitchen as he watched the chefs prepare for today's menu.