Unfinished business :

Back to Elains's pov: 

I woke up as usual, feeling refreshed, and quickly freshened up before heading to the ground to prepare for the medical camp. As the in-charge, I was responsible for organizing the entire setup. Despite my classmates initially agreeing to help, they backed out at the last moment, leaving me to handle all the arrangements on my own. It was a bit overwhelming, but I managed to get everything ready, knowing that the success of the camp depended on my efforts. As the hours passed, I continued to oversee the arrangements, making sure everything was in place. The sun was climbing higher, and the day was unfolding. Just as I was going over the final details, I suddenly heard the sound of a few cars approaching the ground. The distinct hum of luxury vehicles echoed in the distance, growing louder as they drew closer. I could tell from the sound that these were no ordinary cars, they were high-end, expensive models, likely belonging to some of the wealthier attendees. I couldn't help but wonder who was arriving and what their presence would mean for the event.

As I walked closer, my attention was immediately drawn to Asher Grosvenor stepping out of the sleek car, the sunlight catching the edges of his well-tailored suit. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized him instantly. Without a second thought, I quickened my pace, my footsteps light but purposeful, until I found myself standing before him. I stopped just a few feet away, and in a moment of instinctual respect, I lowered my head slightly and bowed. The movement was graceful, a sign of both admiration and formal courtesy. As I straightened up, I met his gaze, my voice steady but filled with warmth. "Good afternoon, Mr. Asher Grosvenor," I said, my words carefully chosen to reflect the respect I felt for him. "I am pleased to see you." I smiled. "Oh, please, Ms. Elaina," he said, his voice steady and measured, with just a trace of coldness lingering in his tone. His expression remained carefully composed, though there was a subtle shift in his eyes, as if he were trying to let down his guard. "We are nearly the same age; there's no need for all this formality. I prefer a more... relaxed interaction." He paused, his gaze flickering to hers for a brief moment, as if weighing his next words. "Please, just call me Asher."

His words made me smile, and a warm feeling spread through me, almost as if the tension in the air had softened. I had always believed that wealthy individuals, especially those of his stature, were often prideful, distant, and perhaps even a bit rude. But the way he spoke, the slight shift in his demeanor, made me feel at ease in a way I hadn't anticipated. It was almost as though he was making an effort to break through the walls of formality, trying to be approachable, despite the layers of professionalism that seemed to define him. Though his behavior was unexpectedly comforting, there was something subtly restrained in the way he interacted with me, an indication that perhaps he wasn't entirely at ease with these more personal exchanges. It became clear to me that, despite his apparent attempt to act friendly, he was still navigating the discomfort of social interaction. It was as though he wasn't entirely accustomed to letting his guard down, yet was trying, in his own way, to make me feel welcome. I couldn't help but wonder if this was a side of him few people got to see.

"Sure, Asher!" I flashed him a smile, my dimples showing. He paused for a moment, then turned away, nodding slightly. I noticed a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks as he cleared his throat. After a brief moment of silence, he finally spoke again, though his voice was softer than usual. "So, Elaina, how's everything going? Is the ground comfortable? Does it meet your expectations?" he asked, his eyes shifting away as if he was trying to avoid any unnecessary tension. His question seemed casual, but I could tell he was genuinely interested in my comfort, even if his slightly awkward demeanor suggested otherwise. "It's more than incredible, Asher. I'm truly grateful!" I said, my voice full of warmth and sincerity. "You can't even imagine how many people in need are going to benefit from this medical camp. This is going to make such a huge difference in so many lives, and it's all because of you, Asher." I couldn't help but express my admiration, my words flowing freely as I looked at him, feeling a deep sense of appreciation.

Asher, however, shook his head with a humble smile. "It wasn't just me, Elaina," he said, his tone modest as he turned his gaze toward the ground for a moment before meeting my eyes again. "It was your college's vision. I'm just playing a small part in bringing it to life." His humility was clear, and though he downplayed his contribution, I could see how much he truly cared about making a difference, even if he wasn't taking full credit for it. The conversation continued, and with every word exchanged, I felt like I was getting to know Asher better. His sincerity, kindness, and genuine interest in others stood out to me more and more. As we talked, our bond grew stronger, and I began to see sides of him I hadn't noticed before, his quiet sense of humor, his thoughtful nature, and the way he cared deeply about making a positive impact in the world. Over time, we became good friends. It wasn't just about the medical camp anymore; it was about the connection we shared. I looked forward to our conversations, and with each one, I felt happier. Knowing that I had a friend like Asher, someone who was not only thoughtful and intelligent but also kind-hearted, brought me a sense of joy and fulfillment that I hadn't expected. The friendship we built was something special, and I was truly grateful for it.