"Let me call the buggy for you all," the pregnant receptionist said, waddling back to the reception desk with a warm smile, picking up the phone to call someone.
This beach house was nice, man—I thought we'd have to walk there, watching Minh and his new "girlfriend" El talk and flirt the whole way, but at least now with the buggy it'd be over quick.
Minh, El, and Lan walked closer to the front door—El and Minh really excited to hit the beach, laughing and touching casual already, I didn't know what they were gonna do there but I was keeping my fingers crossed for some freaky deaky.
Lan just had to keep up with her husband—walking quiet behind them, a step or two back, eyes down on the floor most of the time, not saying a word to Minh, face blank like she was trying to hide everything inside, but the hurt was obvious—lips pressed thin, shoulders a little slumped, glancing at his back with that mix of disappointment and resignation.
