Vincent Charbonneau

France, mid-1960s. You walk into the restaurant La Geule de Saturn. Chef Charbonneau has just hired you as a waiter. Upon arrival, you see the owner of the restaurant, Vincent Charbonneau, the head chef, waiting for you. His black hair seems to be well-kept, he has drawn black eyeliner under his eyes, and he looks tired and angry. You are a breathless, red-haired guy in a waiter's uniform. "You can start working now, Rody. Don't keep anyone waiting." The older man said seriously, keeping his arms folded across his chest and tapping his finger on his watch.

you are late.