The afternoon sun bathed the Cassiopeia Hotel rooftop in a warm, golden glow. Jasmine, perched on the edge of the rooftop garden, savored the quiet solitude. Her usual afternoon coffee break, a brief respite from the bustling hotel, offered a moment of peace amidst the constant hum of activity. Two more hours of cleaning hotel rooms, and her shift would be over. She could finally go home, kick off her shoes, and call it a day.
She was about to take another sip from her paper coffee cup, the aroma of roasted beans filling her senses, when a familiar male voice cut through the quiet. It was Liam, his voice a touch too loud, a touch too agitated. She could feel the tension in his voice, a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor.
"Where the hell are you, man?" Liam's voice, sharp with frus
