#Chapter7
Orders kept coming in and because everyday looks like summer in Miami, it got exhausting really quickly for me because I got little to no sleep last night after such an extraneous workout. Everywhere literally hurt, I kept glancing at the clock frustrated as minutes dragged on. Have you ever felt that when you need time to fly it doesn't and when you need it to slow that's when the crazy thing fly away. All I need now is a good soak, ice-cream and my bed. Is that too much to ask from time?
/"Nia./" I stop in my tracks changing directions to the manager of the hotel. /"Over here please./"
/"Yes Ethan./" I smile catching the look Stephanie gave me from his side.
/"I want you to take Stephanie's place till she get a change./" noticing the ugly stain on her white shirt. Is that vomit? Ewww.
Frowning not liking the idea. /"Ethan you know I don’t serve VIP section./" glaring at the direction of the VIP pass my frown deepens.
