Chapter 50: Your Father's Eyes
We lost track of time, tangled in each other. Yujin’s phone started vibrating, and we saw the flashlights of the approaching cleaning crew after what must have been an hour. Upon being dragged back into reality, we scampered up the hill like a pair of mischievous teenagers to return to the suite.
We meandered down the hall, silently leaning into each other. Our muddy boots slapped the tile with authority, and our wet clothes brushed against our bodies as we moved with a steady, soggy slapping sound. They led me into the suite and made a lazy stride toward the kitchenette. “I need a drink. Would you like something?”
I moved over toward the wardrobe, thinking about finding something dry to wear. “Yes, please. I just want to find something else to put on.” I heard two glass tumblers hit the counter, followed by the plunk of ice cubes.