“Tell me,” I say.
Kat comes alive as we discuss more of her ideas and thoughts on the project. She was beautiful before, but animated, as she is now, she’s ethereal. For someone not as heavily involved in the sustainability industry, she’s done her homework. Some of the ideas she wants to integrate are cutting-edge. I realise we barely scratched the surface on the plane.
Her eyes sparkle, her voice slightly breathy as she answers every question, her intentions are well thought out.
Our starters arrive, then the main course.
If she…we can pull this off, it really will be groundbreaking. Hotels that are not only self-sufficient but also fully sustainable. For countries where tourism is high but resources are scarce, these resorts will no longer simply take, but instead give back to their communities. The possibilities are endless.
We’re still talking when the waiter finally arrives to clear our dessert plates.
“Any coffee, tea?” he asks.
“I’m fine,” Kat says, looking at me.
“I’m okay, thanks,” I say.
He turns and leaves.
“Are you ready to head back?” I ask. “Or do you want another drink?”
“I’m good,” she says, pushing her chair back and standing.
I’m pleased to see she ate tonight.
Note to self, don’t wind Kat up at meal times.
I follow suit. We bid the staff goodnight before making our way back to the villa.
I step forward and use our key card. Another couple from the restaurant have followed us down.
“Goodnight,” they say.
Kat automatically turns around. “Goodnight, enjoy your evening.”
They grin, their hands clasped together. “You too.”
“Newlyweds,” I say, as we enter the room.
“What?” Kat says.
“That couple. They’re newlyweds.”
“How do you know that?”
I chuckle. “I’m a details man. They both have incredibly shiny rings on.”
Kat smacks her forehead. “And I just wished them an enjoyable evening.”
“They offered you the same,” I chuckle, and Kat groans. “At least they look happy. Obviously enjoying their stay.”
Kat pulls off her shoes and tosses them into the corner of the room. She sits down on the tiny bed and begins rubbing her feet.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Heat and heels don’t go well together,” she says. “I’m in mules from now on.”
I chuckle.
