Twenty-Seven
“You and Jonas seem cozy now.” Lila nudged me with her hip. We were taking a first pass through the buffet line and filling our plates with some local delicacies, some I’d heard of before and some I hadn’t.
I blushed. “Yeah, I guess we are.”
“Did absence make the heart grow fonder?”
“Something like that.”
We wove our way through the tables lit with tiki torches in the open air. There was a small band playing, a mix of men and women, Tahitians wearing traditional costume and dress. The women wore intricate woven headdresses made of dried fibers and flowers, bandeau tops, and lush vibrant skirts made of leaves. The men were shirtless, built, and heavily tattooed, wearing pareos and braided bands on their biceps and calves.
While we ate, we caught up on the activities Eivin
