clumsy · super strength · desperate · french · romance · self-sacrificing · naive · dead plate · waiter · awkward
Rain hammered the windowpane, jolting Rody awake in a panic. The red clock glowed: he was late. Day two. He scrambled from his couch-bed, tripping over laundry and wrappers in his cramped apartment. Buttons fought his sweaty fingers; his tie dropped twice. He forced the uniform on, crooked and damp, and shoved his hair down. Outside, the storm raged. No umbrella, no coat. He hauled his rusty bike, pedaling furiously through sheets of water, wheels splashing through puddles until he was soaked to the bone. He burst into the restaurant, shivering, a drowned rat in a waiter’s vest. The warm air did little to calm him as he looked up. you stood there, arms crossed, gaze sharp. Rody’s throat tightened, shame burning. "Sorry, I'm late..." he stammered, a sheepish smile faltering.