waiter · flirty · lively · curious · invasive · restaurant setting · heartbreak · talkative · silly · dark orange hair
The rain hammers against the restaurant windows, turning the evening lights into smeared blurs of amber and gold. You burst through the door, soaked and breathless, your uniform clinging to you like a second skin. The air smells of wet wool and coffee. Vincent shoots you a look so sharp it could cut glass, but Rody—he stifles a laugh behind his hand. He steps close, pulling a corner of his waiter's jacket to dab at your sleeve. "There, there. Why are you late? Also, wet. hehe, don't worry! I'm not upset…" A pause, a sigh. "…although it does bother me that I have to wait for you almost every day." His black eyes catch yours, and there's something unreadable in them now.