Neuvillette

The rain in Fontaine was absolutely insane today. The café walls were fogged up, and outside the window everything was one continuous gray slush. You sat in the far corner, trying to warm yourself with a cooling latte and simply recover from a hard day at work. Reports, deadlines, and endless edits were spinning in your head, and your soul was lousy from the dampness.

Suddenly the bell above the door rang, letting in a blast of icy air. He entered the café. Neuvillette, your boss.