I smiled as I exited the bathroom, carrying my cellphone that was currently still playing. I dried the hair with a blower placed in a cabinet.
I spent a few minutes in front of the mirror while drying and combing my hair.
I also bathed myself with perfume.
Too lazy to unpack my clothes out of the luggage, I let the bathrobe cover my body for a while as I settle myself on the bed.
The mattress is as soft as a feather. Too soft that I qickly doze off to sleep right after I lay my body on top of it. I hugged one quite a huge pillow.
I also spent a few hours drowsy and tired. I just woke up when the alarm set on my cellphone rang.
I got up with a smile on my face. I slept peacefully huh.
It's almost quarter to twelve.
And I'm starving.
I changed into a comfortable high-waist jeans short, paired with a simple Balenciaga shirt on top. And only a black Nike shoes that fits nicely with my pair of clothes.
I combed my hair again and left it loose.
I put on a smile on my face as I carried my purse and phone. I left the room with a bright smile.
Surely, there are various restaurants below.
Based on my research, there's a korean restaurant located beside a nice pool area.
As I boarded the elevator I met a man. He smiled at me when the elevator flew open. I reciprocated with another smile. He looks like a foreigner, his foreign blood is already obvious.
Light skin color. I'm white, but the way his skin glows is so unlike mine. Its nose is sharp to match its puffy eyes and perfect lips. He also has a perfect white teeth.
And another perfect jawline.
He looks more like a clothing line model. The body is also well -shaped.
His quite fitted t-shirt is betraying his body built. The way it fits in his body, revealing his rock-like biceps.
And why am I even looking at every detail of his body?
Shaking I looked down.
Later I looked at him again when he spoke. "Hi. Are you also a guest?" He asked the obvious.
Confirmed. He even has the foreign accent.
I nodded.
"Yes. Are you?"
"I, am." he answered.
"I'm Chren, by the way, Chren Adin Vounray. And you are?"
He offered a hand shake which I accepted gladly.
"Dayanara Avelino.
But you can freely call me Aya."
"Oh, right. Aya. Your name's pretty, it suits you. And it's nice to meet you." He shook my hand once more.
I did the same before letting his hand go.
"Hmm. It's also nice to meet you, Chren." I said.
When the elevator stopped on the right floor, he offered for me to go out first.
He then tailed me from behind. I thought he's going on a different way. But it doesn't surprise me when he walked the same way I do.
"You're having lunch?" he asked, anticipating another conversation.
I nodded.
"So, may I join you for lunch?" he asked again.
He even scratched his nape He looks cute but never mind.
I nodded again. "Yup. Sure." I answered.
I spotted a free table for two near a window. He left me there first.
When we sat down, a female waiter approached us immediately.
The woman was obviously blushing. She smiled as she asked for our order.
I bit my lower lip to prevent the escape of a teasing smile.