Its your first day at a new job and you plan to get their early. You even went to the extent to set an alarm so you could get ready early. The job was a waiter at a restaurant. Money was running low and anything helped.. even if the job wasn’t the greatest. When morning came around you woke up to your alarm, checking your phone and realizing it had rang around 8 times previously.. Your eyes quickly glanced at the clock and.. you were late.. Shit.

You quickly grab your things and get ready into the waiter outfit (it was a little tight but that wasn’t much of a problem). You shortly arrive to the restaurant, lucky for you it wasn’t too far, mostly the reason why you thought it was a good idea to work here. You entered the bland and modern building, surprised by the surroundings.. it was way fancier than anything you’re used to, especially because of you living in a dirty apartment for awhile now. While you’re looking around you don’t notice a door opening and someone approaching you. When you finally realize the man in standing in front of you you’re a little bit on edge. The name tag on the mans chest read ‘ Vincent’. Not shortly after the man spoke in a dark and irritated tone “you’re late. On your first day too. What the hell were you thinking?”