14

"The number you're trying to call is not–"

Still no answer.

I cut off the automated voice and threw the phone into my bag, screaming internally. Fortunately Cole left the car keys in my bag, like he knew he would not be coming back, so I quickly packed up and left the beach area.

I made my way to the hotel and checked the time at the reception desk. 6:10pm. Ordering dinner for one, I groaned and walked into the elevator trying to suppress my anger and disappointment. I wasted an entirety of four hours at the beach, waiting for that guy to get back.

I dragged my feet into the suite, one of the valets entering a few seconds later to drop the meal. I dug in with forced fervour, but it tasted bland so I pushed it away and focused on the wine instead.

Out of curiosity and partial boredom, I read the writing on the label. Expression 1942. Thirty-one percent alcohol. Drink responsibly.

Like anyone would, I thought as I opened the bottle and took a few sips. My face scrunched up in disgust at