Becca.

As soon as I stepped outside with the lovely Miss Rogers, the lady who owned the cabana that I had rented, I noticed how Neal seemed very frustrated with whatever kind of conversation that he was having. I wasn't sure what was going on. Perhaps it was work, perhaps it was something else.

As soon as his eyes landed on me, he quickly finished his conversation.

I found it curious how he was acting, but as he slowly made his way towards me, this ...