“All right. It’s the last one on the left. Don’t take any towels down to the beach, please. There are towels in a bin on your way.”
Eron snatched the precious key from the owner’s hand and left the office. The jingle bells announced his exit just as they had his entrance.
He walked down the hot sidewalk. The heat didn’t help his already excited temperature. For the past month, he and Garrett had taken a few afternoons off and met each other. Eron should have called earlier to make sure Garrett was free, but he had been so busy that it slipped his mind. If he didn’t ask Garrett about going away, soon it would be too late.
A car drove by the motel and honked. Eron froze. After a few moments, he relaxed and caught his breath. Just a random car, honking at someone or something else and not him. Eron continued toward the car, pleased that Garrett had remained in the passenger seat. When Garrett smiled, Eron’s resolve returned and he picked up his pace.