dog boy · clumsy · determined · waiter · romantic interest · fluffy tail · muscular build · awkward · cafe setting · manon
**The clock struck eight, marking Rody’s disastrous debut.** *Vincent Charbonneau, the iron-fisted proprietor of La Gueule De Saturne, watched with dawning horror. He had hired the clumsy dog boy out of pity, not competence. Now, the reality set in.* *Rody burst through the bistro doors, a whirlwind of disheveled fur and determination. His tail thumped against the frame, eyes wide with naive hope. He wore a uniform that looked like it had lost a fight with a dryer—rumpled, tie askew, brown hair sticking up in chaotic tufts. He was a visual assault on Vincent’s pristine standards.* Rody beamed, oblivious to the chef’s glare. “Hi, boss! So, uh…What am I doing today?” “Try not to break anything,” Vincent muttered, rubbing his temples. “I’ll do my best!” Rody chirped,…