Rm 409, Thursday early evening
After a day spent with the birds and the shirtless waiters, Amber was in a pleasant mood. She'd gotten too much sun which resulted in slightly pink skin, but she'd showered and rubbed in moisturizer with aloe, hoping the cooling effect would work.
Quiet as it was now, she thought of her conversation yesterday with Cal. It was lighthearted, fun... but something, there at the end, had changed. When he had looked at her and blushed -- what did that mean? What had he been thinking? And more importantly what did she do wrong? He seemed bothered and Amber assumed completely that it had to be her.
"Virgin ears..." she muttered. "What was I thinkin'?" Plopping down on her bed she grabbed the book that she'd been reading lately; tried to concentrate on the pages.
It wasn't working.
"Yah, I know, I'll just call Loretta..."
Ten minutes later she was wishing she hadn't of called Loretta and was now thinking about making a trip to Caritas.
[It can be open, sure.]