Written in Ink

Twenty-two | Reagan

 Alonzo teaches me, and shows me how to talk to them as well. I'm excited to hang out with the puppies and also very excited for a spa day on the beach!

I get dressed into a casual romper that has a navy grid pattern with white lines. I put on a bandeau bra because of the spaghetti straps. The shoes I slip on are the same brown sandals as yesterday. My crown braid is messy and still in from yesterday so when I take it out my hair has nice beach waves.

"Reagan? Are you ready?" Alonzo calls from the kitchen.

"Yeah!" I call out, finishing up parting my hair.

Before I walk out, I put my wedding rings on. I don't know why I'm even putting it on, but ever since the wedding I've put them on. I shake my head and grab my purse and meet Alonzo in the kitchen. He looks me up and down and smiles. He clears his throat before pulling a phone out of his pocket. "Here, this is for you."

He hands me the phone with a plain black case. "Oh." I eye the phone.

"Don't try anything stpuid with it. It won't work with any other number besides mine." He grunts.

"Understood." I chuckle, putting the phone into my purse.

"If you need me, call me if it's an emergency." Alonzo explains. "Come on, let's get going."

I can tell he is beginning to get annoyed— at what, I am not sure. Probably just dreading the meeting. "Alrighty." I smile. I look back at the dogs who are waiting patiently. "Buchanon, Lorenzo, venite." I say the words just like Alonzo taught me. They don't flow past my lips with a smooth accent like Alonzo, but it works and both the dogs follow me.

Alonzo hands me a joined leash. "You won't need this, but in case someone says something about them being leashed."

"Got it."

We walk out of the hotel room, and down the few halls until the elevator. We all get there, pushing the button to go to the first floor. When we walk out, there are some people waiting to get in and I feel very powerful. Walking with the powerful scary dogs and beside a powerful handsome man. I watch a woman gawk at him for too long, it makes me for some reason move closer to Alonzo.

When we get to the car, Alonzo opens my car door, moving it forward so Buhcanon and Lorenzo can jump into the back. Once they are seated, Alonzo moves the seat forward again for me to sit down. "Thank you." I smile, getting in. He shuts the door, nodding his head and rounds the hood and sits into the seat.

His eyes are glued onto the road. His jaw clenched several times on the way. I can tell he is thinking, something is on his mind.

"Are you okay?" I ask curiously.

He doesn't look at me. Doesn't answer. That bad huh?

I leave him alone for the rest of the drive— which is gorgeous might I say. Greece is so beautiful. Everything about it is so natural and just alluring. Everything and everywhere I've been since, since well having to leave America, has been so different. America just seems so generic. Italy and Greece, the Mediterranean, has all been such an adventure. I'm not complaining, but I really do miss home.

Before I know it, Alonzo is pulling onto the side of the road. I see a large cabana right on the beach. It's so cute and straight out of Pinterest. Alonzo walks around the hood to meet me opening my door. I thank him and he moves the car forward for the dogs who jump out and meet us right there.

To my surprise, Alonzo takes my hand, folding our fingers together and walks with me to the cabana. Buchanon and Lorenzo follow us the way there. When we arrive a woman greets us.