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That evening we took turns showering off the salt and sand and got dressed up for a night out. Nikolai agreed to come to dinner with us. We went to the local sushi train and gobbled up salmon and tuna. Nikolai ate in silence, while we giggled and people watched. I wanted Jen to feel safe and have a night free from thinking about that damn movie. The next stop was the Hotel Bondi.
The hotel is a sand-coloured castle on the beachfront. It’s a favourite haunt of travellers and has recently undergone an expensive makeover. Formally seedy, now it looks like butter wouldn’t melt in its mouth.
We started in the main bar. I was drinking vodka, lime and sodas and Jen was on the G&Ts. Nikolai stuck to beer. Every now and then he would look at his watch, stretch an
