Tending bar in the sweltering summer heat is downright unbearable, especially with how overworked I am. So when a regular tells me for the fifth time that week that I need to just throw in the towel and go on a vacation with him, I finally accept. Now I find myself out on the foot of a large mountain range in the countryside, surrounded by forest, in a comfortable little log cabin, and it seems I can finally breathe again. And hell, the guy's pretty cute too...