~Asher POV~

"Storm season? Are you serious, now it makes sense why the two-way tickets were so cheap", I say. 

I then look at the sky, he was right, rain clouds were rolling in fast, guess I wouldn't be able to see the sunset after all. On the horizon, the skies were grey and I could see all the lightning strikes, it was so calm and pleasant a moment ago but the weather changed quite fast.

"I'm surprised I didn't know this, I come to the Caribbean all the time", says Gianu. 

"When do you usually visit?", asked the man.

"December", says Gianu.

"Storm season usually lasts from June to November", he explains. 

"That would explain it", sighed Gianu.

"And also, I'd like to apologize in advance for the trouble you're about to face", he says with a sad look on his face.

"What do you mean?", I ask. 

"The hotel was supposed to be closed for the next week, you two booked at the last minute so my boss made us stay back, the generator is currently down and the kitchen staff is not here, I'll try my best to make your stay more pleasurable though, I may not be able to cook the meals on the hotel menu but I make a great grilled cheese sandwich, the generator will be fixed tomorrow so the best we can do is hope the power doesn't go out during the storm and if it gets bad, we have a storm shelter", he says. 

"What the fuck, I'm definitely leaving a bad review here! You'd be glad if you still have a job after this!", yelled Gianu as his voice echoed.

"What this idiot meant to say was thank you for staying with us, you probably already had plans this week while the hotel closed so I really do appreciate this and I'm sorry for the trouble, I brought some groceries earlier so I'll make something for dinner, I'll share it with you.", I smile.

"Thank you so much", he said on the verge of tears. 

Sometimes, all people need is a little kindness or a smile, you never really know the battle someone is currently fighting, some people are good at hiding their stress and some people aren't, that's why I've always believed that you should be kind to others because you don't know what they're going through, some people deserve it and some people don't, case in point, this douche, who seriously needs a reality check.

Gianu Cross, typical rich boy attitude, I can't stand it, some of them look down on us working-class folks, even when we're doing our best, we are still criticized. They won't see the good we do but always come down on us hard during the bad.

As the man left to head back to the front desk I pull Gianu aside.

"Can't you be a little more delicate?", I say to him.

"Yes I can but I choose not to", he says. 

"After this, I'm really glad you fired me, I'd rather be jobless than working for a boss like you, filled with hatred and anger and always looking for someone to take it out on, I don't even know you but I feel sorry for you, I don't know who or what hurt you but don't you dare take it out on someone who doesn't deserve it", I say looking him dead in the eyes as I walk away enraged.

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~Gianu POV~

I stand there in silence as Asher walked away. A single tear fell from my eyes as the cold wind blew, no one has ever spoken to me like that before, people always cozied up to me, they were always intimidated by me and always told me what I wanted to hear but not this guy, he had nothing to lose, Asher Reyes, just who are you? 

I gulp hard as I walk back to the check-in counter, the guy stood there as he smiled, why is he smiling at me? I just yelled at him. Was it Asher's words that gave him this happy mood? I don't know what that's like, my words always cut and hurt people. 

"What's your name? How old are you?", I ask the man.

"My name is David, I'm 22", he says.

He's 22? He looked so mature for his age, this boy seems to be under a lot of stress, he had it rough, stress can age a person drastically, he's younger than me but looks way older.

"Well David, I'm very sorry about just now, I didn't mean to take my frustration out on you, I was wrong", I say to him.

"Thank you sir", he said.

I then gave him a $500 tip, he didn't want to take it at first but I threatened to report him if he didn't take it, I know the money wouldn't make up for the fact that I was an asshole but it's a start.

That actually felt good, I haven't truly apologized and meant it for years now, maybe I really should read the room and pay close attention to people's feelings. Thank you, Asher, for reminding me I have feelings too, I was reminded how important emotions are. I view them as a weakness but they can also be a strength. I'll show you, Asher, I'll show you I'm not the guy you think I am. 

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I lay in the bed of my room as I stare at the ceiling as my stomach growled, I skipped lunch, I'm so hungry. I hurry to the kitchen in my apartment, it was so small, there was nothing but bottled water in the fridge and I didn't pick up any groceries. From what I recall the Presidential Suite has a huge kitchen and Asher has groceries, I wonder if he'd feed me, he has no reason to do so but he doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who would say no to someone hungry. I walk upstairs to his suite as I take a deep breath, I knocked on the door as the fire alarm went off. It was the fire alarm in his apartment. I then heard him yell, I open the door as I see smoke everywhere and Asher running around frantically. 

"Help me", he says with tears in his eyes. 

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To be continued in Chapter 6