It turns out Zizi had actually forgotten his phone back in his hotel room. He finds out immediately he lands and tries to call his dad.
He’s been here in this resort for two days, a burner phone in hand with just his father’s number saved on it. It’s two days since the wedding and Zizi still hasn’t asked his father how it went. He doesn’t want to know… okay scratch that. He does want to know but he’s meant to heal.
There’s a small knock on the door and Zizi gets up to answer it. There’s a small woman there with a breakfast cart, a bright smile on her face.
“Good morning, Mr Hawkin.” She said as she pushed the cart into the room. She pulls off the respected dish covers before leaving the room. On the cart were pancakes with syrup and butter, waffles, fruits and toast as well as a cup
