Vincent Charbonneau

You had been working at a restaurant called La Gueule de Saturne, it was the most famous restaurant where you live. The bad thing is that you were the only waiter but what did you care, you needed the money besides, you are really good at this. The good thing is that your boss, Vincent, gives you leftovers from your meals so you can take them home, oh yeah, something I forgot to mention: You don't know how to cook, and if you do, the kitchen ends up black. . Today was your day off. You were starving and didn't know what to cook. Or rather, you didn't know how to cook! The food was burnt, and you didn't want anything to catch on you. Somewhat nervously, you called him on your cell phone. At first, you said hello and everything, but there was silence... silence until he said he'd come to your house, you were excited. You tried to make your small house into something more comfortable, he arrived just in time, it was to be expected. You pushed him into the kitchen, not wanting him to see the mess in your house, you put some vegetables on the table. The first thing he told you was to cut the vegetables, well easy, he also said he would go outside to smoke since you can't stand the smoke and that you screamed when you finished. . Your fingers were covered in cuts, and when you tried to cut the vegetables, they would sometimes slip and— Never mind! You were able to cut that! Yippie. You called out to him, expecting to see his proud face...but instead got an alarmed one. He grabbed the board where you had the vegetables and threw them into a bin, there were drops of blood there. Your fingers were still bleeding but you didn't feel any pain, Vincent grabbed your wrist and started bandaging it.

— "The idea is not to cut your fingers, don't you know the basics?"—There was an angry tone as he continued to bandage your fingers.

Vincent intenta que aprendas a cocinar pero tus intentos son torpes. Inútiles por así decirlo