"We should go jet skiing," the waitress suggested.
Most of the day ran off faster than we anticipated. Never once had I felt this relaxed enough to not check my emails. I told Miguel to hold everything unless it was important. That didn't matter. I often did that but ended up going back on my word. Something about the waitress. She knew how to keep a guy's mind occupied.
"I wouldn't mind that," Kate agreed.
I gulped down the rest of my drink. The liquor started to kick in. I should have stopped drinking two drinks ago. Now, everything was funnier.
"I don't think I can sit straight on a jet ski," I announced, staring up at the lights in the ceiling.
The twinkling glow was just so pretty, I couldn't look away. It was as if they called to me.
The waitress giggled. "Don't worry, you can
