Wyatt lifted a hand in a silent ‘cheers’ as he lit up. “I walk out onto the philosophical balcony or something?” Most guests -and he was a guest- weren’t so quick to let the help invade what space was reserved for them. “Thanks though. Saved me hauling ass outta the building for a smoke.” Taking a long drag her shifted to blow the smoke out and away from his new companion.
The air was cool, perks of the sun on it’s way to going down. There were still a couple hour yet, but it still made a difference. Made standing on the balcony out of the A/C almost enjoyable. A couple of months and Wyatt knew that those temps wouldn’t last. It would be hot from sun up to sun down.
“So where you from?” Not that he’d sized the guy up, but even a passing glance told Wyatt he was a big guy. There was something in the accent that he couldn’t place either. American, but not southern. Not midwest either. He tapped the ashes off the end of his cigarette and took another drag. “Family vacation?”
The option to stand around in silence had been on the table, but Wyatt felt like talking. If only Deb were around, he could have proved that he could talk to people that weren’t women. And weren’t looking to punch him for talking to their women. He would have to be real convincing when he told her about it later.
“Or, lemme guess, honeymoon?” They got a lot of honeymooners at the resort. Sometimes they were the easiest guests to please and sometimes they were the ones that Wyatt wanted to pitch off the boat first. “Nah. You wouldn’t be standing out here alone if that were the case.”