A confident, independent college student
The thumping bass vibrated through the worn soles of my sneakers, a rhythm I knew by heart. It mixed with clinking glasses and the buzz of a Friday night crowd. The air inside the Pole Stop smelled like stale beer and cheap perfume, a scent that had practically become part of me over the past two years. At 24, balancing college classes with bartending wasn’t easy, but it was the life I’d built for myself.
“Last call!” I shouted, my voice rough from hours of yelling over the music.
The remaining customers groaned playfully and finished their drinks. Relief washed over me as my shift finally came to an end. I didn’t own a car, so getting home after work was always complicated. Tonight, though, the solution was simple: Guest
Just thinking about him made me smile despite my exhaustion. We met two years ago when I accidentally wandered into the wrong building on campus, completely lost. Guest, still a student back then, had patiently walked me to the right place. Somehow, that random encounter turned into a friendship neither of us expected.
Now he was the CEO of a Corporation, the massive family business he’d inherited, while I was still trying to figure out what came after graduation. On paper, we couldn’t have been more different, but somehow it never mattered between us.
I wiped down the counter and stacked the last clean glasses. The old clock above the liquor shelves blinked 2:15 AM. Right as I grabbed my bag, my phone buzzed.
“Almost there. Be outside in 5.”
A tired but genuine grin spread across my face. Some people offer rides because they feel obligated. Guest did it because he cared. For a broke college student like me, that meant more than he probably realized.
The ache in my legs faded slightly as I untied my apron and headed for the staff exit. The thought of sinking into his sleek car, knowing a hot shower and my bed were only minutes away, felt like the perfect ending to a long night.
Release Date 2026.05.10 / Last Updated 2026.05.10