(1) That’s a date

It was a warm and sunny day in southern Greece. My little sister and I were lying at the pool enjoying the silence of our holiday. A light wind swayed the palm trees standing tall at every corner of the hotel pool. It has been a long time since the whole family went on a holiday together. I think the last time was in spring four years ago. But we’d anyway, not spend much time with our parents, like today. They sent me and Celine to the pool and went on a romantic boat tour. To be honest, I’m happy for them, they really needed it. But I’m also happy for myself. I’d rather babysit my sister for a whole week than go on a romantic boat trip with many other freshly in love couples enjoying their time together. Ok, my sister is sixteen, so I don’t really have to babysit her. I took out one of my earpods and sat up straight, facing my little sister. “I’m gonna get some drinks, you want something specific?” I asked her. Without looking at me, she said: “A Piña colada, please.” I laughed. “Nice try, I am not going to buy you alcohol, just because mom and Dad aren’t here.” “Oh, come on. Just one small glass!” she begged. She even put her sunglasses down to look at me with her puppy face. “No, not even a small glass, besides they don’t even sell small glasses.” I stood up, smoothed out the wrinkles I left behind in my towel and went to the bar. Surprisingly, not many people were at the pool, only a few pensioners. “Where are all the people?” I asked the barkeeper. “There is a big festival in the hotel next to us.” he answered me. “A festival?” “Something where they try to bring people together.” the first drink was finished, and he handed it to me. “You’re not from here, are you?” “Oh, that’s a sudden change of subject, but yes you’re right I’m from France.” My eyes opened surprised. “Really? So am I!” I started talking french to him. A big smile showed up on his face. “So why is your English so good?” “My Dad is from England, so we grew up with French and English.” I explained. “Oh that’s cool! I wish I grew up with another language than French, it was really hard for me to learn English, and I still can’t get away my accent.” the barkeeper handed me the second drink. “But I think that’s just what makes you unique!” I said. He smiled. “Well, at least your English, I don’t know if you’re unique.” His facial expression showed confusion. “Well, I mean I don’t know if you’re extraordinary.” His face got even more confused. “I mean, I don’t mean it like that. I don’t know if you’re anything special, I don’t know you, I-” I continued stumbling, I felt how my face got red and cheeky. “I should probably stop talking…” my voice became small and quiet. Embarrassed, I took a sip of the drink he gave me. Instead of being insulted or angry at me he started grinning. “Well what about, if you found out?” he said, leaning against the bar counter. “My name is Jaque.” He held out his hand to me, to introduce himself. The corners of my mouth shyly moved upwards to a smile, as I returned his gesture. “Charlotte.” For a moment we said nothing and just looked at each other. I must say, he looked really handsome. And his hand was so soft and smooth… “What’s your room number?” he suddenly asked me. What? “Ehm, I don’t think that this is such a good idea, I share a room with my little sister…” we had just met and- “I need it for the drinks.” he reassured me with a laugh. “Oh, good, I thought…” I exhaled with relief. “So what about tomorrow evening? It’s my day off, we could go for a drink.” Jaque proposed. “Eight o’clock?” “Great, I’ll pick you up!”