Andrew’s heartbeat was slow and steady as the jet landed in an open field near the hotel. Andrew looked around at the massive building on the shore of the cobalt blue sea waters. Even though his mind was working overtime trying to take in everything without looking like a fish out of the water, he couldn’t help but relax. The salty air was refreshing to his lungs as he drew it in happily.
Would it be too much if he knelt to kiss the ground? He was so glad to be off the jet and safe on land.
As they walked towards a waiting golf cart, he could hear a voice shouting something about ‘darling.’
A while later, the same voice spoke again, but more distant like it was traveling with the wind now.
Andrew looked around and finally realized the voice was coming from a short, stubby guy in a golf shirt and jersey paired with white chinos.
“Come darling one. I’ve been waiting for you,” the man said, looking directly at Andrew.