Ray.
Ray had been working at the s*x club for a few months when he saw him again. The guy he had rejected, the one who had confessed his feelings to him and been met with a harsh rebuff.
He was sitting at one of the tables, sipping a drink and looking around the room with a mixture of nonchalance and discomfort which did not reduce the aura the Aloha possess, as he poured the drinks and delivered them to the patrons, his eyes couldn't help but wander to the corner of the room. The guy he had rejected was there, watching him with an unreadable expression. He felt a pang of guilt and sadness, knowing he had hurt him.
But what stung more was that he had seen him at his worst moment. Vulnerable, broken, and helpless. He had confessed his feelings, and he had rejected him. The memory of that
