Oliver was trying his best to stay optimistic though really he was failing miserably— four months of dating after being single for years and he wanted to do something nice. A gateway for a week in a nice spa resort by the beach a week to themselves. In theory it was perfect Arthur was having a blast sun tanning, running around in the sand, eating up whatever scraps he could get.

The resort itself was wonderful and so was the room the only thing Oliver was struggling with was the people. It seemed every pretentious, wealthy, health conscious, elitist pricks decided to stay in the same resort and it was driving him nuts.

From people who said they could never use plastic cutting boards but end up eating plastic cutlery to people who don’t understand nutrition and eat bone broth for most of the day. It had been a struggle not to correct anyone since he didn’t want to ruin the vacation though he was struggling.

Three days and he was loosing his mind and he tried desperately to hide it from you.