7. Drew: Who is She?

Chapter seven

Drew – Who is She?

This place isn't as bad as I thought it would be but it could be so much better. It's a decent size and from what I've seen, it seems to be at 70-80% capacity. The close proximity to the beach has its advantages, but the place needs some love.

The white three-story structure still stands strong but I can tell time and the salt air have done it damage. The baby blue sign with gold lettering outside is heavily chipped and faded, along with the hotel's paint job.

The seaside rooms need their salt-rusted iron balcony railings replaced. They have been covered in white paint, which isn't terrible, but it's not a good look with the rust blushing through

At the same time, the guests don't really seem bothered by little details like those. They're probably distracted by the beauty all around.

I've got a decent lay of the land and the outdoor amenities. I feel like it's pointless to have a pool at a hotel that's right on the beach, but I guess some people still hate the sand as much as I do.

My first day spent by the pool was better than expected. I would grade the small bar's cocktails and the inn's towel service an A-. Not a bad start.

I can't help but laugh at the group bike tours of the town hosted by the inn. The flyer for it looks like something out of a cheesy movie where somehow, every single person is smiling. There's no way that's normal. Still, I guess if there's a demand for such things, it can only do the place some good.

I make a mental note of the bike tours, as the Bellamy Hotel Chain hasn't had many properties that offer tours of the area like that. It beats driving around all day, and little kids can be towed behind on their parent's bikes. It's something everyone can join in on as long as they don't need training wheels. Okay, maybe this place can work .

I'll focus more on the inside during the rest of the week and see how efficiently the services are carried out. They don't have room service, but the small restaurant cafe has its charm. I try my best to think about logistics, and what the Bellamy brand would do for—and to—this place, but despite my best efforts, I can't stop thinking about her .

The woman with the big dog has been impossible to spot since we bumped into each other (literally) at the elevators. I still blame her and the dog for the tumble but man, her feistiness left an impression on me that's impossible to ignore. Part of me expects to run into her again at every turn.

I catch myself, realizing how stupid I sound thinking she'd even want to see me again. But…a guy could hope. Maybe I would get lucky and get a second chance to make a good impression.

Her boldness was unexpected. She had this fire in her eyes I can't say I've seen anywhere else. She doesn't hold back her opinions, like everyone else around me but my siblings.

Maybe that's because she doesn't know who the hell I am. I'm so accustomed to people putting on a mask around me and acting so eager to please and say all the right things. But this woman didn't care if she pleased me, or if she looked like a crazy person while telling me off.

It sounds completely insane but I guess I enjoy that quality. I don't get to see it much outside of me and my family arguing with each other.

I tried to find the woman's name myself but it led to a dead end. The woman working as the front desk clerk was very polite but refused to give me any information about a tiny blonde woman who checked in with a dog the size of a racehorse.

"That's one heck of a description," she smiled softly. "But even if I knew her, I couldn't give you her name. It's against our policy."

I guess I should applaud her for that discretion. It's an important quality in a concierge, even if it works against my interests. I still want to get to know this mystery woman, maybe get her to agree to lunch or coffee with me. That is, if the smoke has stopped coming out of her ears.

Crap, I haven't even considered if she's married or here with someone else. If she is here with someone, I have to applaud the man for being able to handle her fierce personality. But I'm hoping she's here alone, and quite single.

I'm not normally one to wish and hope, but this might be an exception. Normally, I would brush off an encounter like the one we had but I need to know more. What makes someone as bold and vibrant as this mystery girl?