Who: Savannah and [OPEN!] What: A southern girl needs to eat. Where: Breakfast When: Sunday Afternoon Privacy: Public Complete: Incomplete
Savannah didn't feel like she had asked too much. A quiet vacation away from all the craziness back home. She would get a tan, splurge on a few drinks and not count calories quite as closely. But no, someone had to go and die. She felt horrible for the man. For his family. It must be a logistical nightmare and he had seemed harmless enough. Savannah couldn't imagine why someone would want to kill the poor man. Money or a woman, it had to be.
While Savannah did feel bad about the tragedy, she couldn't help but mourn her vacation right along with. Suddenly people were asking her questions and she was forced to look over her shoulder. What if it was a serial killer? What if they attacked her? It made going to the pool a nightmare.
Oh well, at least the food looked good. There were plenty of people around and Sebastian would emerge eventually. It was safe enough. Surely they had increased security. This called for a waffle.