And I reminded myself of that fact the entire way down to the crew quarters to check on Leah.
CHARTER CONFESSIONAL
CLOSE QUARTERS
SEASON 4, EPISODE 7
CHARTER 6
GISELLA DÍAZ: DECKHAND/STEWARDESS
PRODUCER
So… the hot tub got a little crazy last night, huh?
GISELLA
It was so fun!
PRODUCER
Have you talked to Finn yet this morning?
GISELLA
I just rolled out of bed. He’s been up for a while, I’d guess. Probably hard at work in the galley already! I’ll go see him as soon as we wrap up here.
PRODUCER
Are you going to tell him about what happened last night?
GISELLA
What do you mean?
PRODUCER
You and Cameron.
Gisella flicks hair over shoulder, laughs.
GISELLA
Oh, my God. It’s not that big of a deal! I mean, sure, I’ll tell Finn, but he’s not going to care. It’s just a kiss. I kiss everyone.
PRODUCER
So, you’d be okay if Finn kissed someone else?
“Alright, crew. Charter six! Here we go,” Captain Gary said, passing the preference sheet packets around to each of us. He was oblivious in his cheer, probably still riding the high of a successful charter five.
Meanwhile, Palmer and I watched Finn warily as he wordlessly took his packet and flipped through the pages. He wore a mask of indifference, his blue-green eyes lined with exhaustion, but otherwise seemingly unaffected.
But in my gut, I knew better.
I’d been vacuuming the main salon when I heard the commotion from the galley earlier. I went to inspect, but was stopped dead in my tracks by Bernard, who was huddled in the staff prep galley just outside the main one. It was where we’d wash cocktail glasses and make juice or coffee, a little nook that was out of the chef’s way.
Bernard had been pretending to prep lime slices when I’d found him, and he’d held a finger up to his lips to quiet me before I could say a word. He’d arched a brow, tipping his headtoward the galley just as a deep voice cut through the clattering of dishes.