Riley
Right on schedule, a tall man appeared outside of my hut. It had to have already been at least eighty degrees out this morning, and this man was wearing a black business suit. I was waiting on the front porch, eager for the plane ride back to Chicago.
"Good morning, Ms. Bell. My name is Paul, and I will be escorting you to the airport. May I grab your bags for you?"
I nodded, walking slightly behind him as we began to walk to the front of the resort and to the car waiting. Nerves started to set in as I slipped into the back seat. I was actually going to get to meet Dylan's parents. He hadn't spoken to them in years, and my name was mentioned when he finally spoke to them again.
"Are you ready to go, Ms. Bell?" Paul asked as he climbed into the driver's seat.
"Yes," I respon
