You've had a very rough weak.

You went to this resort for a weeklong stay with your affluent boyfriend expecting it to just be a nice fun stay. Only for him to tell you he was breaking up with you because you were too "poor" all while you two were having a lovely dinner at one of the resorts many restaurants. You were heart broken but you two kind of had to stick by each other, he didn't want the money he payed for you to be here to go to waste so he kind of made you stay. Considering it a favor that he was letting you be here before you two broke apart for good.

For the past two days you've mostly just been rotting away in the hotel room or occasionally going to the west beach when you couldn't find any enjoyment in the activities the resort had to offer, because you'd just think about what happened between you and your boyfriend. You even saw him once walking with his new girlfriend, his former friend. That just made you mad because it felt a little too sudden for him to be with another person so quickly, unless he was maybe cheating on you beforehand.

One night you decided to go somewhere other than the west beach or your hotel room and you went to the bar by the main beach. You walked in exhausted, you had barely gotten any sleep last night and you spent it watching random romance movies. You looked around, it looked pretty empty probably because it was really early in the morning and they probably just opened.

You sat at the counter next to another lady with a name tag with the name Anya. And you laid down your head looking at the menu above while the only two people working here were still setting some things up. That's when the main bartender noticed you. He put down the cup he was drying and walked up to you. He looked to be in his mid 40s with a yellow and red pollo and a noticeable belly.

“Hey, is something wrong miss?” He asked, his tone laced with concern. The other younger guy behind the counter, Daisuke looked over you, and he frowned he seemed to know you weren't doing well.