Watermelon Sugar | MYG

3

"So, how do you like Skiathos?" you ask.

There is a bit of awkwardness in your conversation, but not enough to turn the situation uncomfortable. It's simple – you don't know each other well, he doesn't seem particularly talkative and now you've suddenly spent a solid half an hour just walking to the little tavern that you've tried out two nights before. It's similar to the first date awkwardness, when you're just getting to know the person across the table from you. In this case, without the date part. At least you think so.

"It's a beautiful place," Yoongi pauses, as if he is contemplating his answer. "It has more tourists than I have originally thought. In my mind, it was a bit more secluded."

"Imagine how many tourists you would see if you went to the beach," you tell him teasingly, yet cautiously - it might be a bit too soon in this fresh friendship to tease him. However, he takes it well, chuckling at your comment.

"Fair enough," he laughs. "I'll admit, I'm not really a lounge on the beach all day kind of person. Just being near the sea is enough for me. You know, the climate. Maybe exploring the town at night. You're the complete opposite of that, aren't you?"

"I'm a bit of everything," you shrug. "I do enjoy going to the beach but I'd rather avoid the noon to four period - it's too much, too hot. Exploring the town is always a good idea. And the food."

"You sure do love watermelon, you eat it all the time," he teases you, and the relief you feel is palpable. You're officially in the safe zone - joking comments are permitted on both sides.

"I'm in Greece, can you blame me?" you spread your arms, as if you're telling him to look around. He might enjoy staying in his room and chugging on iced coffee all day, but you'll be damned if you don't make a point of eating as much as you can, while you can.

"Not really," he laughs at your proclamation, reaching for the bottle of white wine you have ordered. He was the one who had ordered it, after eyeing the wine card for a few minutes. You have given him full control of the drink order, since you probably can't even pronounce most of the wines listed and he seems to know what he is doing. "More?" he asks.

"Yes, please," you hold out your glass. "You seem to know your wine. And the food," you add, remembering how he had asked the waiter for a specific dish without even opening the menu.

"My older brother is a chef," he tells you, leaning back in his chair as he twirls the wineglass. The rings on his fingers draw your attention again. He seems to love jewelry but all of the pieces you've seen him wear aren't flashy or tacky. He has style and he most likely knows it. "I'm far from an expert but he did teach me a thing or two."

"That sounds fun. My older brother is an accountant so I know jack shit," you joke.

"Not even numbers?" he laughs.

"Not even that," you admit shamelessly. "I work in advertising," you shrug, knowing what a boring conversation topic that usually is. "My job is to think of a way to make you buy something you don't really need. It's pretty dull, if I'm being honest."

"Isn't that a talent of itself?" Yoongi asks you, looking as if he is genuinely contemplating his own question. "Granted, we live in the age where Google and Amazon spy on you 24/7 and offer you the things you don't even remember thinking of... that took advertising to a new level."

"Very true," you agree. "My kind of job was much more in demand before the internet was a thing. We're still needed but not nearly as much as we were before. Enough about that," you shake your head, not wanting to go on a tangent about something you think and talk about on a daily basis. "What do you do for a living? You're always hiding behind that laptop of yours."