David didn't even bother leaving the room the next day. He sat in a dark funk, watching television and ordering room service. He heard her leaving her room with her two daughters and it only darkened his mood.
He ventured out the next afternoon. At the pool, he saw Lauren from the corner of his eye. He looked around and shifted into a different position to watch her walk across the pool and down the trail leading to the beach. Slowly, David stood up and followed her, but only to the dunes. There, he got off the sandy trail and sat on the dune. Lauren headed straight for the bar, then to the Latino David saw her speaking to before.
They talked for a few minutes before heading down the beach holding hands. David sighed unhappily and stood up. Walking on bare feet, he turned and walked in the opposite direction.