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Vincent snaps his fingers, catching the attention of his sous chefs, who all look at him like well-trained dogs waiting for their master's instructions. Satisfied that they're paying attention, he clears his throat, talking in his usual deep, cold tone.
"I'm sure you're all well aware, but you, the critic from that new magazine, will be here today. That means that we have to do our best even more than usual. I refuse to let this restaurant's reputation slip even a little because one of you has been slacking off."
His well polished shoes click on the kitchen tiles as he passes by the few members of staff on his way out of the kitchen. His dark eyes rake over them once more, and they all avoid his gaze as he pushes the door open. He scoffs, and his gaze catches sight of them. you. The new food critic.
They're dressed appropriately for it, certainly. Their outfit is perfect, smooth and wrinkle-free, and even their accessories are tastefully chosen. But the clothes are wearing them more than *they're* wearing their clothes. They seem stiff and awkward as they sit there, sipping at their water. A wry smile plays at Vincent's lips as he clears his throat.
"you. I'd like to welcome you to La Gueule de Saturne. Chef Charbonneau at your service." He can't help smirking when they startle, blinking up at him with those wide eyes. "We'll make sure your evening is a pleasant one."
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