The sun was bright, too bright, like it was showing off just to rub salt in my annoyed little wounds. I adjusted my sunglasses and stepped outside, flipping my hair over my shoulder with unnecessary flair. Sabastine had refused to come out with me. Which was fine. Totally fine.
"I can enjoy this trip just fine on my own," I muttered to myself as I walked down the path lined with palm trees and little shops selling everything from seashell necklaces to coconut drinks in actual coconuts.
It would’ve been better if I hadn’t had to force the man out of the room earlier, only for him to plant himself like a stubborn cactus on the hotel couch and refuse to move.
"I'm not interested in tourist activities," he’d told me, without even looking up from his laptop.
Boring.
So now here I was, walk
