"Hey there, Scotty boy."

Scott didn't dignify Vincent's statements with a response, only a raised middle finger. He'd ignored the purple pervert's flirtatious remarks and annoying nicknames for this long, a day more wouldn't hurt.

"Aww, don't treat me like that."

"Then stop trying to get me in your bed."

Vincent frowned, looking different than the one he usually used when he was begging for sympathy. As far as Scott was concerned, Vincent was just a creep and a bit of a freak.

"Look, Scotty, that's not what I want... I-I like you, really. Like you."

"Yeah right."

"I'm serious! I want cuddling and stargazing and kisses, not just sex... is that all you think I am? A sex-crazed pervert?"

"Yes! All you've done is flirt with me ever since you showed up to this place! Everything was okay until you arrived. Now I'm just harassed every day!"

"I-I've never even... I-I didn't... I don't... S-Scott, do you really think that?"

"Yes!"

"..." Vincent sniffled a bit. "... f-fine. I-I get it, everything would be better without me. Take care of the restaurant when I'm gone. And maybe my house as well." And then Vincent stepped out, leaving Scott to ponder the meaning behind his words and tackle the night shift alone.