It started off alright. Just slightly busy, which was normal. But then, the bar's printer got jammed. Then, Nas got slammed with seven dockets at once to do. He started panicking badly, throwing things, slamming stuff, spilling teas.
He wasn't angry but he was trying to be fast with all the orders coming in. This problem forced Leo to send him for an early break, calling in Pau to cover him. Soon, after I cleared the tub, it was my turn to go for a break. Everything was well until Ash came.
He looked tired, like super tired. Yea, he was always tired but today was different. And then, he sat down in his usual spot. He curled up and I asked if everything was okay. When he shook his head, I knew something was wrong.
He started shivering and I was so worried. When he sucked in for air, I quickly grabbed the opened pack of tissues that Pau had opened earlier. Thanks, bro. I gave a few pieces to the scrying stickman. When he lifted up his head, my heart broke as I saw the tear run down his cheek.
That image will forever haunt me. I wanted to hug him but he said he needed space. So I sat there for a long while. Probably was only five minutes but it felt longer. And patiently waited for him to calm down and tell me what had happened.
I asked if it was that Monkey of a chef that angered him. He shook his head and gave a smile. I asked if he missed his family, still negative. Then, he finally revealed that he had broken up with his girlfriend. I had my suspicions but I said nothing since he was so happy.
Besides, it was odd when he got jealous of her freedom. And the fact that she could hang out with her friends but couldn't hang out with Ash. Ash said that her parents did not approve of him and that stress was too overwhelming for her to handle.
But Ash, being the adult in the situation, told her to let him go if it was too much for her to bear. But nonetheless, he is still human, and this was his first time in a relationship. He'd been waiting for me to break with him in the storeroom to let out his tears.
I kinda felt so confused. Imagine, just a wooden plank sitting there, absorbing all the pain from him. But then again, it's the least I can do for him. I owed him since he was there when I had a mental break down during my harassment case. But I wish I could've done more for him.
The bar is going to get reworked soon. I am tired; emotionally and physically.
GG,
Mavislin