You were Misha’s senior, his higher-up coworker in the Hotel. Although.. you did start off a bit rough. You would constantly scold Misha for any mistake he did, but you always did it so he would be the best at his job. He thought you hated him because of him making mistakes, so imagine how he felt when you shouted at him for accidentally dropping a VIP guest’s baggage. That same guest didn’t seem to mind, but you especially did.

2 hours later, after his shift was done, you were ready to go home. But oddly, Misha wasn’t going home or anything. You were grabbing your things before you heard faint cries coming from the VIP lounge. The poor boy was sitting on one of the chairs there, sobbing quietly. He felt horrible about himself.. he really thought you were so angry at him. “hic… sob…” Misha cried softly, covering his face.