"Welcome... to paradise!" Reid walks through the doors, both arms extended with the dirtiest grin printed on his facial features.
Right behind him, just before me, is what I assume one of the guys who assists visitors with their bags. I presume this purely because he's dragging three suit cases with just the slightest bit of difficulty.
Oh. And he's wearing uniform. Should have taken note of that first.
The trip, according to our company, was only planned for three days, so I guess to some far away logic of Reid's, a suitcase contains various outfits for a day.
I follow suit, huffing slightly with only one suitcase and my work bag. Other colleagues arrived a bit earlier; something to do either an exclusive meeting they were to have in the day, so only a few of us reached the hotel round about this time.
Reid goes on a rant about how we should explore the various places, stuff our faces, have late nights by the pool, and honestly, perhaps it isn't such a bad idea. I need the rest, especially after all that took place only days ago.
Something that still plays in my mind, word for word, and second after second.
The hotel itself looks otherworldly; from the reception, I knew my room was not going to disappoint, and the very moment I stepped in my room, I gasped, walking in like I had walked into a dream. It had a small living room, a mini fridge (stocked with water bottles only), and a small balcony overseeing the city. I even decided to leave it open just for that fresh air. The bed looked luscious, very comfortable, and I was more than tempted to look for its branding so I could get myself one when I head back home.
I did end up taking a nap, hence the idea to kidnap the bed if not get the branding, and after getting up, I took a lovely shower and got dressed, before heading down to the dining hall for lunch.
Yes, lunch. My company made sure they placed us in a hotel that provided lunch. The plan was to devour every item on the menu — I, of course, am exaggerating. It's not a packed restaurant (or hotel), though one might assume only exclusive, high-end people come here. Not one child is in sight, and most of the visitors are either dressed in gym attire (so I know there's a gym around here somewhere) or business attire.
Not one person looks casual. Which makes Reid and I rather stand out like sore thumbs. Not that we're attracting attention anyways. I guess rich people do tend to mind their own. That, or they have no interest entertaining other people.
"My girlfriend—" I choke, looking at him with stuffed cheeks and an eyebrow up. He chuckles, nodding as he stuffs more fries in his mouth. "Yeah, I have that now. It's not a long story, but it's a weird one. But she was not too happy about me being away for the few days. Joked about kidnapping me."
Could have sworn he had a girlfriend just last week.
I chuckle, eyeing him a bit as I chew away the content in my mouth. "Well—" I swallow, "I am intrigued to know how you suddenly have a girlfriend. And of course, if it's a new relationship, anyone would want to be around their partner constantly, and not provinces away."
"She's so cute, I tell you. A bit possessive, but who doesn't like that?"
"Yeah..." I chew slower, processing his words before nodding.
"Anyway, what's the chats with you and Micah? I forget, that's how you say his name, right?"
Wow. To think I'd have this little work get-away not having to think about him in any way.
I hum, taking a sip of my fizzy drink before shrugging. Across from me, Reid lifts his perfectly shaped eyebrow, jaw moving slower as he awaits to fulfil his curiosity.
