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𓇼 🌊 🐚 ( 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓪 )
chap 2 ( pool day in havana ) '' !
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THE NEXT DAY, the excitement was palpable as Gabriella and her friends jumped out of bed, eager for their first full day in Havana. They quickly got dressed, chatting and laughing as they prepared for breakfast in the dining hall.
The plan was simple: enjoy a hearty meal, then change into their swimsuits and hit the pool. The energy of the day ahead filled the room, and they were ready to dive into their vacation, literally and figuratively.
At the open buffet in the dining hall, the girls eagerly grabbed plates and began to explore the spread. The options seemed endless—scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fresh fruit, toast, and pastries.
Gabriella piled some eggs and bacon onto her plate, while Amara and Emma mixed and matched whatever caught their eye. After filling their plates, they found a cozy spot by the window and settled down, the morning sun streaming in and adding to the sense of excitement.
The clinking of cutlery and the hum of conversations filled the air, setting the perfect mood for their first breakfast in Havana.
As the girls were chatting and enjoying their breakfast, Emma excused herself to grab some toast. She wandered over to the buffet, scanning the options, when she suddenly found herself face-to-face with Toby, the white guy from the day before—Jude Bellingham's friend.
Toby looked up from his plate just as she reached for the toast, his familiar grin spreading across his face. "Hey," he said casually, clearly recognizing her from their encounter the previous day.
The coincidence of running into him again made Emma pause, unsure whether to laugh at the timing or continue on as if nothing had happened.
"Hello," the english replied, a polite smile on her face as she reached for the toast. There was a brief, awkward pause as they both stood there, the memory of yesterday's interaction hanging in the air.
