Ma Chérie, Are You Missing Me? [] DeadPlate FanFic

🔪 CHAPTER: 6

At last, closing time arrived and all of the cooks quickly left the bistro by the backdoor, leaving poor Rody alone in the silent dining room slowly sweeping the floor to lose time since his boss told him to meet in his office after work ... It was the first time Rody wished his shift didn't end.

The gingerish-brown haired waiter was staring straight to the office door as he kept cleaning the floor as the only thing that broke the silence in the bistro were the sweeps from the broom and his heart beat speeding up slightly due the nervousness of what will his boss tell him.

─ " - great job Rody .. now your boss is gonna yell at you and fire you ─ Rody thought as he furrowned his eyes mad with himself, looking away from the door towards the floor before leaving the broom to his side ─ .. can you really blame me on this one though? I was just defending myself from that hot headed customer... he provoked me -"

Rody kept thinking as he leaned over to the familiar register area and placed his hands on it, clasping together as he let out a long sigh while dropping his head.

─ "- I can't let him fire me.. I still need to ask him about Manon and need the money to go visit her! but with the little salary I have and the poor tips I'm getting ... I'll never get to see her again if things keep going like this.. - " Rody felt his eyes water as he thought of that, letting out quiet sniffs before lifting his head a bit and looking outside the window since he felt a sudden light hit him.

It was a lamppost that was right outside infront of the bistro where he always parked his bike that turned on since it was already pretty dark outside. As he looked at it he quickly noticed something stuck on it, it seemed like a poster for a lost cat.

─ ".. Poor kitty ─ Rody mumbled as he let out a sigh, still facing out of the window ─ hopefully you'll be found too.."

Then, his watery eyes slowly looked towards the cash register while he let out a sniff. What could he possibly do now? All he had was enough money to pay rent and buy fast food (since he doesn't like Vincents leftovers at all) .. There was no way he could go anywhere. And so, he quietly groaned as he rubbed his temples, hoping it would make him have an idea in how could he atleast do something regardless to Manon disappearance since at this point he couldn't just keep doing the same shit over and over without any signs from her side.

This wasn't something Manon would choose to do, she would have picked up the phone since day 1.

Something happened to her.

He just couldn't prove that yet since there was no evidence.

The only fact was that Manon was missing.

The question still remained though: What could he possibly do now?

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Suddenly, his eyes widen as he quickly stood straight, looking at the missing poster outside and then back to the cash register for a few times before thinking to himself.

─ "-I don't have enough money yet to get to her... but!- ─ He slowly traced his hands over the counter, then bending down and getting on his knees to face the cash register ─ -I could make some posters and place them all over Paris!...In this very bistro too! However, I should talk to Vince about Manon to get more information.. although he doesn't seem to like me or that topic much-"

As he thought of that he slowly backed away. But he then let out a tsk as he shook his head, he couldn't back away now.

─ "... Screw this, I have all the rights to know and since he won't give me that raise.."