@dczzxc !
BARE FEET PAD through the humble abode made of volcanic rock, mud and stone. these floors and walls keep the interior quite cool, an ideal temperature and it’s no surprise arlo called this his home for as long as he did. though this particular bed and breakfast has turned into a place of work recently, arlo tends to walk around like he owns the place. he definitely doesn’t, but the idea of owning one is rather romantic to him. like, just settling down with someone he loves and opening a place for tourists to stay and appreciate the beauty of the island as much as he does... it sounds like a dream. not to mention, arlo could meet tons of new people and write to his heart’s desire while sitting on the porch of his own establishment while the sun sets.
he glances over his shoulder at dezzie and grins at her, then holds up the bottle of wine while he makes a sudden right turn into a room. it’s rather large— well, as large as this place will allow— with a queen-sized bed and romantic reds accenting the area. he instantly plops onto the bed and pulls out his wine opener. “you’re better at this than i am,” he says after a moment, handing both items to the girl. “this couple doesn’t get in until tomorrow afternoon and it’s so rare that the honeymoon suite isn’t occupied, so i wanted to take advantage of it. maybe...” he turns so he’s laying on his stomach. “maybe predict what kind of couple they are. i think, wealthy and from the states. maybe the wife is a brat. i don’t know.”
