It Was Only A Cut In Another Universe

New Job

Okay quick author's note, and I feel I should put this here because this fic will contain a swap version of Manon who is mean and abusive. So in short this fic had Manon slander. Though og Manon is a queen and I have other fics where Manon is a better character. Anyways on with the fanfiction.

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The weather was just right as Vincent petaled on his bike down the street. This was his first day at a new job. Hopefully this one will end better than the last. If not then he might as well kiss having a stable job or career goodbye. He locked his bike by a gate before walking through the front entrance. The bell chimed signifying he was there. Only to be met with nobody. He was twenty minutes early, sure, but the owner could've been waiting for him. In the meantime he looked over his uniform. His white button up shirt was clean and crisp. Sleeves uncuffed, nice straight black slacks, a black suit vest. His tie was perfectly straight. Suddenly a loud bang caught his attention causing him to snap up. His interview had been done on the phone but Vincent refused to believe the man walking towards him was the owner of the bistro. He had tan skin, with a few moles on them. Two noticeable ones on his left cheek. His hair was red and rather messy. Had he even brushed it that morning? His eyes were a pale gray with a hint of blue. Only adding to his friendly appearance. 

"Hey sorry, I didn't expect you to be here so early." He said as he walked up to him. "Rody Lamoree, I'm the owner of this establishment. You're Vincent, correct?" Rody asked as he held his hand out to shake. "Yeah." Vincent said as he shook it. His shake was rather firm. Probably because of the noticeable muscle mass he had. It almost made Vincent want to stare at those instead of his face. Especially with how tight his chef's uniform was on him. Though he knew better than that. "So you're here early for training? Why you would do that I have no idea, but hey that's alright. Even though you have had ten different jobs in the service industry?" Rody asked as led him further into the dinning room. Vincent felt embarrassed, but of course he shouldn't be surprised by it. "Yeah, but you know sometimes things are different." Rody gave a simple hum and shrug as he stood in front of a table. 

 "Customers will come in from those doors. When seating customers keep in mind how many are dining we don't want too many people crowded around an area. Once seated they will take a moment to see what we are serving." Vincent raised a brow as he just about blocked out the half of what Rody said afterwards. "What we're serving?" Rody looked confused at him before suddenly coming to a realization. "Oh right! Not every establishment does this but we have a strict menu that we change daily." Vincent nodded, now that made sense. "Usually the customers will order appetizer, side, main, and dessert in that order. After they've finished eating they will go and check out. Please make sure to clean the table. We don't want the customers thinking we leave messes out in the open and don't forget to take out the trash every now and again." Vincent nodded as Rody kept staring at him with a smile on his face. Even though Vincent was taller it made him feel awkward, small even. "Is that all?" Vincent asked as Rody snapped out of his trance. 

"Oh right, sorry. Yeah that's all." A light blush appeared on Rody's face. "Oh yeah. Platters are over on the counter, and from now on feel free to use the employee entrance." Vincent nodded as he followed Rody to the back. Grabbing the platters he walked back into the dinning area. Waiting almost half an hour before a pair of women arrived. They were relatively easy to work with. Though problems occurred when the next customer came in. He was an elderly man. Probably about in his sixties. He was all by himself but seemed to have a gruff exterior. Once seated at a table for one. He took ridiculously long to look at the menu. Vincent had brushed it off as maybe looking for dietary information. But by the time the two women's main dishes were done he still wasn't ready to order. It wasn't until Vincent was taking their next orders did the man finally seem ready to order. "What may I get you sir?" "Do you have to go boxes?" That was not what he expected. Then he realized he didn't know. Today was his first day. He thought about asking Rody but it seemed rather weird to do so. Not to mention it would be kind of embarrassing. "No we don't." Vincent answered quickly. If he was wrong then so be it. 

The man let out a low groan. Apparently annoyed. "I'll take an appetizer." Vincent nodded and wrote it down before slipping the three into the slot. The ladies came out first followed by the mans. He ate rather quickly and as the women checked out he was ready to order again. Vincent walked back over. "What would you like now?" Vincent asked. "A side please." Vincent nodded before noticing Rody leaning beside the door. Vincent went ahead and placed the ticket in. He decided to ignore Rody for now. He could talk to him when he went back to throw stuff away. "Hey Vincent, so we do have to go boxes, but they are for if a customer does not finish their meal." Vincent nodded. "Okay." Rody followed him though. The two nearly bumped into each other as they did, but Rody walked over to another station in the kitchen. A bunch of the chefs were smiling as they continued cooking. Rody seemed fine with it. It came to a bit of a surprise to Vincent. Most other jobs he had been in his bosses were never this friendly with other employees. Vincent decided to ignore it for now. Returning to the dining room just as the side hit the counter a loud slam rang through the room. "This place is taking them so long. I'm Leaving!" With that he stormed out. Vincent stood there absolutely flabbergasted. Taking a moment to process what had just happened. 

The only thing that snapped him out was the sound of the kitchen doors opening. Suddenly Vincents heart jumped at a million beats per second as Rody stared out into the dining room angrily before letting out a sigh. "So many idiots." He muttered before turning over to Vincent. Now he was even more terrified. Despite Rody's calm exterior. Vincent feared there may be a rough interior. "Hey what's with the look you didn't do anything wrong?" That didn't ease Vincents nervous too much. "Right," He muttered back. "Well don't mind him. Some people think we serve fast food. They still have to pay so at least we make the cash, but that does leave you with a dead plate. A perfectly good meal gone to waste. "Unless somebody wants the exact same dish then you're stuck with it until you throw it out, or if you want I could give it to you after work, or if you want it right now you can have it. If not, I can give it to one of the chefs." Vincent was surprised, but to be fair it hadn't been touched. Yet he was hesitant. Even if he was quite empty. It probably wouldn't be any different from anything else he had eaten. "No thank you, I'm not hungry." Rody shrugged before walking back into the kitchen. Quickly hollering out, "Who wants lunch?" It almost seemed like a fight broke out in the kitchen. Vincent ignored it as the bell rang signifying another customer was there.

By evening Vincent found himself rather tired. He could blame his last three days at home for his exhaustion, but he knew another reason. He let out a loud groan as he grabbed a lemon from the bowl. Quickly chomping it into quarters and taking a bite out of it. Chomping deep into them. Letting the bits of sour tingle onto his tongue as the juice poured down his throat. The cycle repeated with every other bite until finally he felt done. Despite his hunger he almost completely hated it. He felt like he was about to vomit, but it was a usual feeling. His apartment was rather neat. Dishes were rarely in the sink, and while his bathroom was currently a bit leaky he was hoping to save up. If he could save up. He could only afford a studio apartment, yet he couldn't afford a bed. Especially after his last one was broken. His television had some cracks, but still functioned well. In the meantime he changed out of his uniform into some more comfortable clothes before flopping on his couch. Snuggling under a thick blanket as he slowly drifted off into sleep.