Shouldn’t get my hopes up though. He just went through a breakup, and he doesn’t even live in San Diego. If anything happened, it would be a fling, and that’s just not my jam. Still, the image of rolling around in some soft sheets with him isn’t a bad one.
Fitz enters the bar with a few people trailing behind him. He’s explaining the amenities to the group, pausing to wave and introduce me. A few minutes later, I pour two strawberry daiquiris and place them in front of the women at the bar. They’ve been casually flirting with me for the better part of twenty minutes, and I don’t have the heart to tell them I’m solely into dick. It’s better for the resort and my tips if they believe otherwise. I’m always careful not to lead them on but stay friendly and just on the edge of flirty.
Samson bursts from the kitchen, wrapping his apron around his waist. He does everything like he’s running late, even when he’s not. A product of being raised by a chronically late mother, he tells us. He’s the youngest among us, just twenty-two, but he’s responsible, a hard worker, and everyone loves him. He cleans up on tips every shift he works. I’m sure his long, sun-kissed blond wavy hair, beard, and rugged good looks don’t hurt.
“Hey, bro,” Samson greets. “Did you hear what happened in the front fountain?”
I wipe my hands on a towel. “No, what?”
“The pink flamingos are back.”
I pull my head back. “Again?”
Samson nods, tying his long hair back into a ponytail. “Second time this month. Someone is trolling us.”
“Who would do that? Who even knows how much Howie hates flamingos?”
“No clue. It’s weird as fuck too. It’s not like it’s happening in the middle of the night. Anyone could catch them doing it.”
“So odd. Does Howie know?”
“Oh yeah. He knows. He was down there knee-deep in the fountain, digging them out. He’s thinking about installing security cameras at the curb so he can catch them.”
“That seems extreme for a few inflatable birds tossed in a fountain.”
Samson laughs. “Totally, but it’s pissing him off.”
“I get it.”
“Has it been busy?”
“Picking up. Should be a good Friday night for you.”
“Nice. Uh, have you seen Zane yet?”
I fight back a smirk. Everyone knows Samson has a huge crush on our head of Security services, except the man himself. Zane is completely oblivious.
“I don’t think he’s in today.”
Samson tries to hide his disappointment. “Cool. You getting out of here soon?”
“Yeah. I have dinner plans.”
“Ooh, a date?”
“Nah. Not really. A guest, actually.”
Samson looks at me with wide eyes. “Come again.”
Chuckling, I nod. “You heard me. I’m taking a guest out since I’m the reason he’s single.”
“There’s a story there.”
I explain to Samson the morning’s events. He laughs the whole time as he restocks glasses. “Dude. That’s epic.”
“It is. I figure the least I can do is buy him a meal and show him around a little.”
“Is he cute?”