Running Away With the Presidents Daughter

''Your Much More of a Leni.''

River Edinburgh

"You are not from here hm?" The bartender yells over the blasting music of the dancing. He had dark tan skin and a pile of brown beach hair on his head. Many people were dancing, and ordering drinks from the man, but kept a conversation with me. "No,"

"British?"

"British, Scottish, whatever you want."

"What is someone like you doing so far from home eh?"

" Exploring, sightseeing, mainly trying to find something." The bartender laughs as he gets me a drink. "Do you get that a lot or something?"

"Yeah, I do. And what you're probably looking for you will find. Greece has a record of doing that for a person." I hold out my drink and smile at the man.

"So I'm assuming you found something in the country for yourself then?" The man winks and tosses me another drink along with food I had ordered.

I had never found it so easy to talk to strangers in such a palace. To have normal conversations without every person recognizing me. They do, of course but very rarely. It was nice to feel as If I was a normal person, because I am, as equal as the next person, and should have the very same rights to.

"Something, or somebody lets say. It's all about what you're looking for." I contemplate the man's words as he serves another customer. "So a woman then?" He shrugged, "What can I say, the women are, wooo" He whistles.

"I've heard that before," And of course I couldn't deny it. Plenty of women had asked me out in the past few weeks I had been here, as for them being beautiful, I politely declined. That is not what I was looking for on this particular trip.

"So are you looking for something, or somebody?" He questions. "I don't know." I sigh leaning my elbows on the counter. "I'm looking for something I lost when a person passed in my life."

"Well kid, those types of things might be the hardest to find. But you will. And you will know what it is when you find it."

"You're a wise man for a bartender."

"When you have lots of tourists you learn to get creative with your words. The more fun the more it helps time pass. And the better the tip normally." I shake my head and give the man a one hundred dollar tip, he was right, his tactics worked.

"Sir!" The bartender yelled as I got up to leave. "I hear the beaches on the west coast are very beautiful."

"Is that so?" He draws me a small map with a napkin on the counter and hands it to me. "Just follow these roads, they will get you to where you need to be. And maybe where you will find what you're looking for there."

"You think so,"

"I know so. I am a wise man as you said. And the West beach never fails man."

"Well thank you," I say waving as I leave the restaurant.

I walk and listen to the people talking, the women smiling, and the children who seem to be on vacation fighting.

I understand most of what they all say, my father made me learn ten languages, Greek being one of them. It was one of the more difficult languages, with the writing on top of it, but once you learn it, it becomes the most beautiful one.

"Crap" I hear a woman scream from behind me. I look back to see a tall, long haired blonde woman, who looked more like a fresh adult in a sundress with no shoes running towards me with her hands pointing down.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot!" She screamed again, coming closer. The better view I got I saw the big sun hat flying down the West Coast beach. The woman was chasing it.