She’s not wearing a bra.
And she’s not as interested in the ocean as she is in him.
The back of her derrière meets the balustrade while she faces the house, meaning us. She holds a drink in her hand, her face tipped to him.
They talk. She smiles. Flirting with him.
He hasn’t changed his stance. His hands are still in his pockets. His back is still turned to the house, but he looks at her from time to time, grinning.
Hmm… They are socializing… And it’s written in the contract.
We can do that. Well, was flirting written in there too?
Who is she? She must know him.
What makes me think that? Flirting with him so quickly?
I have a feeling I am right. Her non-verbal communication is more than telling.
The way she laughs, tossing her head back, moving her hair, exposing her lips and neck, flashing her teeth. And then his smile.
I should find someone to socialize with as well, and I look around, serious about it, but I find no one. People are busy. There are couples. A few teenagers. A few older people. They all have their tribe.
This is someone’s home. I can just insert myself into their conversations.
Glancing away, I spot the bar.
I push to my feet and go there. The bartender keeps me company for a while before other guests demand his attention.
I grab my drink and walk away.
The woman is still there, and this time, Kai has joined her, his back propped against the handrail, his arms folded over his chest.
He wears a light gray slim-fit shirt and tailored dark pants, the color of his top highlighting his hypnotic gaze.
I make a beeline for them.
He notices me first but doesn’t interrupt his conversation, moving his eyes back to her like I’m his aunt.
She notices me quickly. A swift once over comes my way, telling me she thinks I’m her competition.
Heavy, large rings of dark hair cascade down her back to her waist. He loves dark hair, doesn’t he? Is she the reason behind his particular taste in women? Is she his muse?
“We told them it wouldn’t work…” she quips before they both start laughing.
Pretty, witty, and a comedian.
Mister Cloudy Sky is all sunshine now. I’m clearly losing my grip here.
They both go quiet as I close the space between us. Their smiles fade. His morphs into a faint, curious grin while hers stays deflated on her lips.
Her displeasure is not concealed in any way.
“Hi,” I say to him.
He doesn’t answer or react while she moves her focus to him.
“All right,” she murmurs as if I’m not here with them.