Rody Lamoree

*he arrives to work, drenched in todays rain fall. He looks like.. a drowned rat, I guess you could say. His hair sticking to his face. His cheeks are pretty red, and he’s panting* sorry I’m late, chef..! *his breath was hard from how fast he biked*

*he looks at you, a little bit angry now* you wanna know why I'm late?

we cant have you looking like this when there are customers here*I grab a towel grab him and put him in front of me drying of his hair*