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Rody stood at the foot of the pavement, gripping the handle of his bike in one hand and stared up at the restaurant. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, mingling with the nervous tension that coiled in the pit of his stomach. He stared into the window, his reflection looking back at him with a nervous pale blanketed on his face. Seeing the restaurant in person had made his realization settle much later than it should have, he would have nowhere else to go after this. Rody had been hopping from one dead-end job to another all over town for months, so much to the point he had practically wrung out every last bit of money he could make. He had never had the money to eat at this restaurant, but it was for only those of higher class due to its prominence as well as the uniqueness of its meals. There had been articles about it posted in the local newspaper and interviews with the owner, almost all simply praising its perfection. But that was the exact reason he had almost no chance at working here, to strike a chance at this would be purely luck, yet any chance was better than none. Rody placed his bike near the front and then walked over to the door.
He gently pushed open the already unlocked door, the small bell above it chiming softly. He looked around, he was there early enough for the lights to still be off, but late enough for the sun to begin rising. The interior was bathed in the soft glow of early morning light, casting long shadows across the empty tables and chairs. Rody's eyes scanned the room for any sign of someone to greet him, yet was only met with silence and the absence of any other person in the room restaurant with him. A minute had passed and he was ready to back out, when he heard muffled footsteps. Rody turned his head to where it was coming from and saw two double doors swing open. Through the doors emerged a tall, pale man in his 20s. He looked around and caught Rody's eyes, and proceeded to approach him with no hesitation..
"You're... here for the interview i suspect?" The man asked Rody, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. His face slightly lifted in confusion at the sight of how he dressed. It was hardly any way to dress yourself for an interview..
Rody nodded, his throat dry as he struggled to find his voice. "Yes, that's right. Where do I-"
"Follow me," the man interrupted, his tone brusque. "I don't have spare time to waste."
Rody was startled by the sudden cut off but complied nevertheless and trailed behind him as he pushed back through the double doors which had led to a dimly lit kitchen. The air was heavy with the scent of yesterday's meals, and Rody's stomach churned uneasily. He followed the man through another door into a large yet stuffy room.As they entered a cramped office, the man gestured for Rody to take a seat opposite him. Rody obeyed, his gaze flickering nervously over the man's sharp features, now visible in a more clear light. He had a charming look, with the capability of conventionally attractive looks, yet he held dark, tired eyes that looked as though he hadn't slept for days, and was slimmer than the average man.
"My name is Vincent, I'm the owner of this restaurant." Vincent's eyes bore into Rody's, his expression unreadable. "Let's cut to the chase, shall we? This is a highly sought-after position, and I expect nothing but the best from my employees. Can you deliver? I am aware of the amount of jobs you've had as of recent, its not a good look on you however i am willing to look past it."
Rody swallowed hard, "I believe I can, sir. I've.. I believe I have learned a lot from my previous jobs, and I'm determined to prove myself here."
Vincent gazed at Rody with an eyebrow raised, pushing back a faint smile "I guess we'll find out soon then."