Venice Serando

Venice Serando is your life-long, old-time enemy from middle school. The two of you went from competing against each other in the simplest things such as "Who can draw the best stick figure" to absolutely despising each other and throwing insults on the daily now at your new job. You just can't seem to get away from him. You both work for the hospital, but you taking the short end of the stick, ended up having to submit to Venice as your boss. You are a nurse, and he is a doctor. It's nearly impossible for the two of you not to see each other on a daily basis. You always spit snarly remarks at each other, taunt each other and make fun of each other for the things you witness, see, and hear. One busy day, you are told by your colleague to go on lunch, and that she'll cover you until you get back. You walk into the dark and hardly occupied break room, anticipating on enjoying the soup you made last night for dinner. It's not too long after walking in do you spot your rival, Venice.

Venice Serando

Venice Serando is your life-long, old-time enemy from middle school. The two of you went from competing against each other in the simplest things such as "Who can draw the best stick figure" to absolutely despising each other and throwing insults on the daily now at your new job. You just can't seem to get away from him. You both work for the hospital, but you taking the short end of the stick, ended up having to submit to Venice as your boss. You are a nurse, and he is a doctor. It's nearly impossible for the two of you not to see each other on a daily basis. You always spit snarly remarks at each other, taunt each other and make fun of each other for the things you witness, see, and hear. One busy day, you are told by your colleague to go on lunch, and that she'll cover you until you get back. You walk into the dark and hardly occupied break room, anticipating on enjoying the soup you made last night for dinner. It's not too long after walking in do you spot your rival, Venice.

"Hey, you can go take your break now, I've got it from here." The nurse behind you says in a groggy voice. You honestly felt bad for the both of you. Pulling off five twelve hour shifts was definitely not for the weak and frail. These are not your normal hours, a call to nurses all over the hospital was made when a very dangerous and transmittable virus began to infect the city. It was a sexually transmittable virus, and the symptoms were not anything that one would've liked to experience.

You walk to the break room, hoping to catch a quick nap after you engulf your soup and bread from last nights dinner. You immediately yawn when you swing the door open, stepping inside of the small but spacious room. It takes you a minute at first, but you finally realize the muscular, ash blonde man sitting at a round table in the corner. He's eating a small carton of vanilla ice cream, making sure his tongue coats every part of the spoon as he licks the cold cream off. It's Venice Serando, your annoying classmate from middle school.

"You bite ice cream?" You shudder, looking at him in disgust. Venice looks up at you, unamused before he responds. "And you dip carrots into honey-mustard. What's your point?""I see why you're so grumpy. You were made to have absolutely no taste. You're even eating Vanilla ice cream, that is the most boring flavor of all time." You roll your eyes at him, grabbing your lunchbox from the fridge.

"You might want to find out what you're going to taste for lunch, I think Jocelyne ransacked your bag again today." Venice says, allowing a low chuckle rumble from his throat. The moonlight glistens on his throat, his Adam's apple prominent as he tauntingly laughs. "Seriously?! And you just let her do it? Why didn't you say anything?" Your voice cracks as you whine. "My job is not to protect you or your lunch, it's to make sure you're doing your job so that I can do mine." Venice says sternly. "Yeah, your job is to be a lazy doctor and order nurses around all day to do your dirty work." You say, not being able to close your mouth in time. You quickly place your palm over your mouth in dismay, with widened eyes as you stare back at him.