BEFORE WE START: This story is after Ending 1 but Rody decided to continue working for Vincent and since Vincent is gay as fuck for Rody, both in game and fanfic, he hired Rody as(s) an official employee, since in game it did say that Rody was just filling in for someone. Anygays, enough of that and enjoy this silly fanfic!!
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Rody was working his fucking ass off, trying to serve multiple people at a time AND put on a smile AND take out the rubbish AND still run. There was a full house today, since it was apparently already too easy with 2 four seaters, 4 couples and thankfully, 1 person sitting alone. Rody felt like throwing up from the amount of times he's had to throw himself over at tables and his insides seemed to just bounce everywhere inside his stomach.
Finally, after work had finished and all those stupid people who stay after were gone, Rody sat down on one of the chairs to catch his breath. This is when Vincent came out of the kitchen and walked over to Rody, sighing and wondering why he hasn't gone home. Vincent leaned on the table Rody was sitting at, Rody looking up and wiping his sweaty forehead.
"Oh! Hey Vince."
Vincent sighed. He was too used to that stupid nickname to tell him to stop, especially since it's already been 12 months since Rody had decided to continue working at La Gueule de Saturne. Vincent looked to Rody.
"Rody."
Vincent said simply, before continuing.
"What are you doing here, after hours?"
Rody chuckled. The sound of it was loud and seemed sweetening almost. Rody wiped his face with his sleeve, looking up at Vincent.
"Well, I just needed to get my energy back before riding back home."
Vincent nodded, seeming to think for a second with his neutral, calm expression. He spoke softly, still looking like he's thinking carefully and choosing his words.
"Well... I have a dish for you to try that I need to test for the menu tomorrow."
Rody seemed excited, sitting up straight and paying more attention than he was before to Vincent's words. Vincent, over the past 12 months, has figured out how to make dishes that aren't bitter and taste good. He's just glad that over those 12 months, he's been able to understand Rody for the least.
"Ooh! I'm guessing... Side...?"
Vincent shook his head.
"Dessert."
Rody nodded, watching as Vincent walked into the kitchen and back out with a... bouquet of roses...???
Rody's face turned utterly confused and he watched as Vincent handed him the flowers. Rody looked at him, chuckling nervously and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Uh... Vince...? Thank you! But, I can't eat this..."
Vincent snickered slightly, taking back the flowers and taking out one of the shiny roses and handed it to Rody. Rody took it and looked at it. Vincent smiled softly at him.
"I've made rose petals with fondant and on the middle is a warm truquer."
(Truquer, for people too lazy to look it up don't worry i gotchu, is fudge in french.)
Rody's smiled brightened and he took a bite.
The flavours blasted into his mouth almost, almost kissing his tastebuds. The flavour felt warm all over his body and filled his mind with bubbles. It felt like meeting Manon for the first time. It felt like finally graduating high school. It felt like dancing and jumping in the rain after primary school (Elementary School for American English). It felt like finding what he wanted to do for the rest of life. The feeling was indescribable at this point.
Rody swallowed and looked at Vincent with an amazed and wide eyed expression. Vincent chuckled slightly as Rody continued to eat. Vincent spoke softly after Rody was done.
"Fudge, fondant, a layer of melted sugar, freeze it, served and that's what I'm planning to put on the menu. Do you like it?"
(Quick note: Im so fucking sorry if I misinterpret the characters. IK VINCENT ISNT SUPPOSED TO BE NICE BUT LET ME DREAM OK?? 😭)
Rody was stuck in his own world, swallowing the last bit of the dessert and exhaling. He sat there, thinking for a second.
"That was fucking amazing."
Vincent almost smiled but stopped, nodding.
"Good... I'll use that for tomorrow then."
He then walked to the kitchen and came out with the plate of leftovers. Rody stood up, took the plate, said goodbye to Vincent, exited the bistro and rode home on his horse - well his bike but he liked to call it a horse when he was riding it.
Rody returned home and got changed into more comfortable clothes, and that were the only clothes that weren't covered in mould and all over the floor off his bathroom, which was still flooded.
Rody sighed, watching the bathroom flood and decided to do something about it. Later. He'd do something about it later. He got the plate of spaghetti and decided to go against putting it in the microwave and just eating it cold. He enjoyed it and after that, laid down on his dirty lounge and went to sleep.
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Heyy! It is the very silly author (kill me.)
I hope you enjoyed the chapter 1 because I plan on making more if anyone likes this 😭👍
I need suggestions for the next chapter since I'm kinda having a mind blank lmao. Please enjoy this stupid little wattpad and have a good day/night 💕.
801 words not including the small note at the end is fucking pathetic help 😭🙏.
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