Confessions of a Cynic

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"AAAAHHHH!!!!!!"

The screamed made Eros woke up in a state of panic. He immediately stood up, starting to look around if Psyche was in trouble. He searched for her by the bed and the living area but couldn't find her.

"Eros!" Psyche shouted again. "Eros! Come here!"

"What? What? What is it?" Eros ran towards the balcony, expecting to find Psyche hurt but only found her grinning and pointing at view of the whole resort. It was an replica of an Olympian Greek garden with their green grasses; Greek columns and statues; fountains and other hardscaping was just fascinating. And at a distant, Psyche could see the azure ocean that it just took her breath away.

"It's so beautiful." She sighed, dreamily looking at the view.

"And here I thought you were in some kind of trou-"He stopped when Psyche looked at him with her dilated grayish-blue eyes in tears. And this isn't new to him since this is one of Psyche's habit to get emotional over beautiful things.

"You were saying?" She asked like a child.

"Never mind. Let's just take our breakfast. I'm pretty sure Carmen's coming soon."

The sound of her name made Psyche's excitement turned gray. "You just destroyed my morning." She murmured.

"So, according to our itinerary, we'll have to stay on table 3." Eros shared, reading over their itinerary as they walked together towards the dining hall. "I seriously hope we have the same table as them."

"So many couples here." Psyche said, horrified at the sight of different types of couples-interracial, lesbians, gays, old and young. She never saw this much couples in one room and at that moment, she thinks she could just gagged. "I can't do this."

"Research, Psyche. Save your career." Eros reminded her without even looking at her. It worked on Psyche. 

He's right. Do this for your career. Your freaking career, Psyche. "All right. Let's do this crap. Table 5."

"3." He corrected her.

"3. Let's go."

Reaching their respective table, Psyche could see that they are the only ones who haven't taken their seats. There were four couples sitting-two of them were interracial married couples in their mid ages; one were a black couple and the other one was a quirky couple just about their age.

Psyche approached the empty seat between the black couple (who were arguing) and the quirky couple. "Hi."

The quirky couple waved their hands at them, enthusiastically. "Hi there! Love birds!" the skinny man said, grinning. He had a wavy red hair and his brown eyes made Psyche felt like she was looking at an autumn season.

"Isn't it lovely here? Like we're in Olympian heavens." the woman said, smiling widely and Psyche found her very amusing. She was like a pixie with her wavy red hair flowing, her green eyes and those freckles on her face shimmering and Psyche find her pretty.

"Oh yeah. Definitely." Psyche smiled at her. "I'm Psyche McGee, by the way. And this handsome man right here is Eros Harrington."

"Nice meeting you, Eros Harrington. Psyche's fiance'.'" Eros extended his hands towards the couple.

"Could you just drop the formality? This isn't a business deal." Psyche told him.

"I always greet like this."

"Just tone it down."

"Awwe, honey. Look at them. So cute." the woman clasped her hands together, smiling sweetly. "Oh, I'm having so much fun looking at you two I forgot to introduce myself. I am Wendy Scott. This is my fiance', Robert Ford."