Facade

42|| paradise

Song : Sola Con Mi Voz - Blanco Palamera

~ Alejandra ~

Sunshine, hot air, the scent of sea salt and sunblock.

The true meaning of paradise.

Punta Cana is officially the only place I've seen outside of New York City, but I already know it's the most beautiful place I'll ever see again.

It's the type of day where the sun shines through the clouds in the sky. It's bound to rain at some point, but I couldn't care less.

A resort on the beach with white sand and palm tree scattered everywhere makes this place look straight out of Pinterest board, regardless of the clouds above.

Our group waits in the lobby of the reception building that we were directed to upon our entry and it is so beautiful, I can't believe that there are more just like it around this resort.

The roof had dark brown straw on the outside with the inside a complete, modern contrast. The floors are a smooth, white tile with cream colored furniture off to the side of the main desk.

Any piece of metal, chair legs or light fixtures, is a shiny gold with the most prominent accent being a large word written in script on the wall behind the front desk.

Paraíso.

That's not the only thing behind the desk that draws attention.

The two receptionists, both pretty and young Dominican girls accentuating their beauty in their facial features and perfect bodies that show through their fitted button down shirts and equally tight skirts.

There's no way either of them are over twenty five and I'm not the only one who notices them.

The two other boys in our group gawk at the one who isn't helping Mr. and Mrs. A. Even though they don't hide their apparent staring, her eyes only stay on one guy.

My guy.

His tan skin matches the shade of hers with his short hair not longer covered by the cap he wore. He changed out of the sweats he wore on the plane, now wearing light grey sweat-shorts with a white t-shirt that hugs his lean and fit upper half. 

His black suitcase and matching black bookbag sit in front of him as he looks around.

Gabriel's eyes dart around from the lobby to our teachers to our classmates and then to me, over and over again, not sparing her a glance.

Not once does he look at her, yet she doesn't take her eyes off of him.

Did the two adult chaperones not make it clear that we're a group of underage kids or is she just openly a creep?

Regardless of the fact that he turns eighteen in July, she doesn't know that so she's still a creep.

Besides, he's not for her.

I take two steps towards her to let her know that simple fact, but Gabriel stands in my way. Since I'm just too predictable, he stops me even as I try to go around him, grabbing my waist to hold me still.