The next day, it was around three in the morning when Aya and Andres were awoken by a loud, continuous knock on the door. They both groggily sit up, annoyed by the sound.
“What the hell?” Aya mumbled as she rubs the sleep off her eyes.
Andres lazily got out of bed and went to get the door. When he opened it, Bernard was there, grinning broadly. And when Aya saw him, she frowned.
“What the hell, Bernard?! Do you have any idea what time it is?!” Aya growled as she got out of bed.
Bernard stepped into the room and crossed his arms over his chest.
“It’s three and the morning and the two of you need to get ready, like right now.” He told them.
“Why?” Andres asked, yawning.
“Hello? We’re going to the resort, remember? Go ahead and get ready. We’re leaving in an hour.” He told them and the
