HAZEL
When Elvis said "Dinner," I pictured something predictable, a fancy restaurant, white tablecloths, soft jazz bleeding into the background, the two of us splitting a bottle of red wine and talking about nothing important. Maybe a dessert menu we'd both pretend to debate before ordering pasta.
I was wrong, again.
He drove me to the most beautiful water resort I had ever seen in my life. The kind of place that made you stop mid-step and just breathe. The room had quirky lamps placed at odd angles, raffia doors that swayed with the breeze, and a bed positioned so you could see straight out to the water. A food tray sat on a hanging table, lantern light flickering just enough to make everything look golden.
Elvis was wearing a short patterned two-piece with a round hat sitting on his
