THE DECEMBER DIARIES

chapter three - OLYMPIA

Olympia dove into the heated indoor swimming pool like she had taken a masterclass on how to do it taught by the goddess of summer herself. Men of all ages, from way too old to way too young, looked forward to her daily morning visits. As she dried out her hair with a towel she noticed the shy away European looks, hiding their intentions behind upside-down books and glasses-- One thing was for sure: They were much more civil and discrete than the ones she received in her own city, which is nice, I guess. 

She thought to herself that all men were disgusting, with no exception, and that if she snapped her fingers there would be at least four or five that would kneel before her, which again, was kind of nice, I guess.

She walked toward her room with wild humid hair and a loose dress, looking forward to her warm shower.

She was one turn away from reaching the hallway of room 113 when she saw Baz and Constantine hiding behind the corner of the corridor, making signals for her to stay hidden and quiet. Olympia understood nothing but brought herself to hiding quietly in obedience to the urgent gestures the girls made. It wasn't even a full second until she started hearing the voice of a man coming from the hallway.

"...I know it was a bit unnecessary, wasn't it? I don't know what being a woman is like, but I imagine it must be scary and filled with creeps who disrespect you." She heard. She peaked into the passageway with only one eye, only to uncover Percy, the tall British guy who she'd met all those months ago, sitting on the old carpet with his back to a door, saying things that so far seemed senseless. "I know I am absolutely mad, and completely unhinged, and my accent must sound extraordinarily boring to you, but you deserve an apology and Goddamnit you will get one, Olympia!" Olympia aggressively giggled but urgently tried to remain quiet and covered her mouth, hiding herself again so he wouldn't hear her reaction. 

Constantine mouthed to her, "Do you know him?" To which Olympia nodded, still holding in her laughter.

"I understand if you'd never like to see me again, but please, just let me apologize. I don't want anything in return." He paused, letting his head fall into his palms miserably, which enchanted the girls a little bit. Even his remorse carried charm and gentleness."You don't have to reply, but-- Can-- Can you... like... cough if you accept my apology?" He gestured with his hands, trying desperately to be heard.

Olympia smiled and then coughed a total of two times, emerging from the hallway. "I quite like your accent, actually."

The boy looked at her, and then the door, and then her again, and stood up in a jump. "I thought--"

Constantine and Barnaby walked out of the secret as well, and interrupted the confusion. "We're room 113, bud." Baz said to the boy, who had been talking to room 116 for the past ten minutes.

Constantine looked at him up and down. "I like you." Then turned to Olympia, "I like him."

Olympia nodded. "He's alright."

"And he's wearing a vest." She added.

"Right." Olympia turned to him, "Extra points for the vest."

The boy shoved his hands in his pockets smiling awkwardly. "Listen, I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"Thank you but I can never forgive you." She answered immediately. He looked at her, and then at her friends, who all stood silent for a moment. "I'm kidding!" She said, and the three burst out laughing. The poor guy stood there, scratching the back of his head, laughing at whatever they were laughing at. "Listen, I'm gonna take a quick shower and then I can treat you for lunch, how about that?"

He nodded and then hesitated quietly, bringing his hand to the back of his neck. "Well, lunch is included in the stay. It's free."

She winked at him, "Exactly."