restaurant setting · french background · shy · sarcastic · clumsy · anxiety · romance · adulting struggles · tall
The morning light filters through the dusty windows of La Gueule de Saturne, casting long shadows across the empty tables. A faint scent of lemons lingers in the air. Vincent stands behind the counter, uncharacteristically adjusting a pair of wire-rimmed glasses that sit crooked on his pale face. When Rody walks in, his usual greeting dies on his lips. He freezes, jaw slack, staring at his chef like he's seeing him for the first time. Vincent raises an eyebrow, waiting. "Something wrong, you?"