The inn happened to be close to the police station, although everything was close in that village. Too close, even. Tray opened the door for Dana, and she got in fuming, as she hated men opening doors for her. The innkeeper was a woman in her fifties, her hair dyed blond and her neck covered in fake pearls.
-Good evening, how can I help you?
-We have two rooms by the names Dana Williams and Tray Spencer.- Dana said shortly.
The woman took a book from a drawer on the table and looked at it.
-Yes, here it is. But I'm afraid it will need to be a double room. We are quite full at the moment, winter is a good time for surfers.
-Great, I'm surrounded by idiots.- Dana said under her breath, she then turned to the woman.- Two beds, I expect.
-Yes, ma'am, two beds. The room is on the second floor.- she said as she handed them the key.- Breakfast is from six to ten, lunch from twelve to two, dinner from six to eight. If you need anything else don't hesitate to call to the reception, my name is Mary.
-Thanks a lot, Mary.- smiled Tray, as Dana started for the stairs.
She was already setting her things in place when he entered the room.
-You could be a bit more nice to people, you know?
-Like, you, you mean?
-Dana,...
-Shut up.
They finished unpacking and headed downstairs, the inn restaurant was already closed, so they went around to search for something to eat. They were lucky enough to find a small italian restaurant where they were still serving food. Dana ordered gnocchi with parmesan sauce and Tray a goat cheese pizza with olives and bell peppers.
-So, what do you think?- Tray broke off.
-I think that the footprints are probably from the surfers, they go in the afternoon barefoot and return barefoot, because it is in the afternoon the water doesn't have time to dry. That, or we will need to play ghostbusters.- she added in anger, sticking her fork violently on an innocent gnocchi.
Tray looked at her. Her grey eyes focused on the plate, her dark hair tied up tightly on a bun, not a trace of make up on her skin. And that frown that she had had for the last two days. He sipped some of the wine he was having.
-Dana,...- she didn't interrupt him this time.-Dana, listen, I'm sorry.
Her eyes pierced him.
-You should have thought about it before, then.
-Dana, I didn't think there was anything wrong with Evan knowing about our relationship. He already suspected it.
-He is our boss, Tray!
-You're not mad about this, you're mad because it made you look weak. As if you were not a heartless machine. But do you know how it makes me feel? Have you ever wondered?
Dana was clutching the tablecloth tightly, looking at her hands not to have to look at him.
-Dana, look at me.
She raised her head. His dark green eyes were full of tears, full of pain. His smooth olive skin wrinkled with anguish. Dana reached her hand out, and cupped his face, his dark blond hair brushing the tips of her fingers.
-I had no idea. I love you, Tray. I really do. It's just that, sometimes, I need to have everything under control.
They finished eating in silence, and even ordered dessert, a pannacotta for her, a tiramisu for him. Still in silence they walked to the inn and got in their respective beds.
-Good night, Tray.
-Good night, Dana.
-We will get through it, I promise.
He didn't reply, wondering if they could ever make it work.
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