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     Ariana Belle FletcherMatala, Crete, Greece3:17pm

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     Ariana Belle Fletcher
Matala, Crete, Greece
3:17pm

make yourself at home. of course, that's the easiest thing to do. just make yourself at home in the greek caves, surrounded by beautiful half-naked people. perfect plan

i'm feeling exhilarated by my new surroundings. however, i'm simultaneously trying my best to settle my nerves.

a slender man with tattoos covering his body and dreadlocks approaches me. he reeks of sweat and weed.

"here, i can help you with those"

he slurs his words and sloppily gestures to my bags.

i stand there frozen in shock, observing him with a critical eye.

what in the world is around his waist?

i wonder, squinting at him, hoping to get a clearer view.

what the hell? that's not a — is this guy seriously wearing a loincloth?

he bends down to pick up my bags.

ugh, and did i just see his — ew, not that

i spin my head around, hoping to protect my scared eyes.

"brother!"

the smell stranger drops my bags.

"thank you for your help, but i can take it from here"

"no problem, sister"

he waves his hands in the air, moving like jelly, and gradually shuffled back, joining the rest of the group.

where the hell am i? this is way out of my league

"ariana?"

iris's voice feels warm and inviting, especially after that unsettling experience.

"are you alright, my love?"

i look down at my feet, feeling slightly ashamed.

come on, get a grip here

"don't worry if you're feeling a bit strange. i can only imagine how new this must be for you. andreas!"

she summons him with her graceful yet powerful voice.

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