Rody's POV:
After a while, I can hear Vince's breathing steady telling me that he's asleep, so after awhile I to fall asleep.
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The next day, I wake up, and Vince isn't in bed, so I sit up and look around the room after not seeing him. I get up, and I walk into the living room. I see him in the kitchen making coffee, and I walk over to him, still a little sleepy. "Hey Vince.." I say, smiling softly as I rub my eyes.
"Good morning, Rody," He says as he finishes making his coffee. "Can I try some?" I say smiling. He looks at me for 3 seconds before speaking "no make your own."
"Please, Vince!" I say pleading now he rolls his eyes before pouring some of his coffee in a different cup he hands it to me "it's hot." He says, sighing as he takes a sip of his, I've never really drank coffee before, I mean maybe once, but I didn't like it. It was bitter.
I take a sip of the coffee before immediately spitting it out in the sink and coughing "Vince what is this!? It's so bitter and dry!" I say, running the dink water and drinking some of it to get that taste out of my mouth.
"Quit being dramatic. You're the one who wanted my coffee." He says, putting his cup down and turning off the water. I pull my head away from the sink, and I look at him. "Well, do you have any cereal?" I say smiling "no I don't eat that," He says sighing "what why not-" I stop myself from saying the rest because I had to remember he can't taste anything.
"Right, sorry.." I say, rubbing the back of my neck, but he just picks up his coffee and takes another sip. "It's fine. I'll just make you breakfast, but in the meantime, you need to get ready for work." I smile and nod and turn around before realizing something, I turn back to Vince.
"How do I get ready? I didn't bring my work uniform with me.." I say, rubbing the back of my neck again. "Oh shit i forgot.. Go home and get your uniform, then come back," He says, putting down his cup again "Alright I'll just eat something while I'm at my house. See you later, vince!" I say, slipping on my shoes.
"Are you just gonna go out in pajamas?" He says questioningly "well the clothes I wore yesterday are dirty now, aren't they?" He stays quiet for a moment "yea your right. Just go get your uniform."
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After around 30 minutes later, I walked into the bistro because Vince was already downstairs, making sure the kitchen was clean. "Hey Vince, is your apartment door unlocked?" I asked, caring my uniform.
"Yea, just hurry up. we're about to open soon," he says sternly. I walk up the stairs into his apartment, and alone, I get to his room. I start undressing once i finish getting dressed. I go back downstairs just to see some of the chefs have arrived, I go into the kitchen to take out the trash, and after that, the day goes on like usual.
Word count: 542
(I got lazy with this chapter. Sorry)
