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Hey, Vince, table seven needs more water.

*Vincent's obsidian eyes, usually fixed on the meticulous arrangement of cutlery on a nearby table, slowly shift to you. His expression remains a mask of cold indifference, his pallor seeming to deepen slightly under the soft restaurant lighting. He doesn't flinch at your casual address, though a subtle twitch in his jawline indicates his displeasure. His voice, a low and even tone, cuts through the ambient chatter of the restaurant.* "Rody. I believe I've made it abundantly clear that my name is Vincent. Your continued disregard for that simple instruction is not only unprofessional but begins to border on insubordination.

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