Fun In The Sun by repgreece (read people like a book TXT) π
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Sally Fitzroy Smith moved from London to the Greek island of Crete to be with her best friend Fay and to live the dream of working as a tour guide on the beautiful island in the sun. Fay soon became romantically involved with a travel company owner, Adam, and got Sal a job working for his company. Everything seemed to be going fantastically until sal did her first tour and had to cope with one disaster after another. Her co worker, Nick, didn't help either. He did nothing but tease and make fun of her. Despite this however, Nick and Sal became good friends. The end of the summer season came and Nick decided to go back to the UK for the winter with his girlfriend, Jen.
Now it is the beginning of a new summer season and Nick is back but sal wants to know why he didn't keep in touch with her as he had promised to. How can he explain that it was because he had wanted to get her out of his head? He had a girlfriend, Jen, but was she the one for him? Why was he constantly thinking about Sal? Why couldn't he keep his eyes off her? And why was she so unaware of his feelings for her? His girlfriend wasn't due to arrive in Crete until later that week. Maybe this was a chance for him to get closer to Sal and have a bit of adventure along the way.
Now it is the beginning of a new summer season and Nick is back but sal wants to know why he didn't keep in touch with her as he had promised to. How can he explain that it was because he had wanted to get her out of his head? He had a girlfriend, Jen, but was she the one for him? Why was he constantly thinking about Sal? Why couldn't he keep his eyes off her? And why was she so unaware of his feelings for her? His girlfriend wasn't due to arrive in Crete until later that week. Maybe this was a chance for him to get closer to Sal and have a bit of adventure along the way.
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her menu for about the fourth time as she tried to think of all the different things that 'orea' could mean.
"So, what do you fancy for lunch then?" Nick asked.
"Oh, errm... a sandwich or something I guess," she replied, flicking through the menu for the right page.
"Just a sandwich? Got to make it more interesting than that Sal."
What was wrong with her? It wasn't like Sal to be so boring.
"Oh yeah, of course, it's just that, it's quite early for me to be eating; I'm not that hungry really," she admitted.
"Early? Sal it's lunchtime; we completely missed breakfast," he pointed out.
"True, but I don't usually eat till later; a sandwich will be fine for me," she insisted.
"Oh, sure," Nick shrugged, leaving Sal feeling like she'd somehow let him down.
"What are you going to have anyway?" she asked with more enthusiasm.
βWe can just have sandwiches; that's fine," he said, closing the menu
Okay, Nick was acting oddly. He did that sometimes, and there was usually a reason why. The problem with Nick was, how to weedle the reason out of him.
"What's wrong with sandwiches; you like sandwiches," she said, pointing at him suddenly as she had a vision of him guarding the sandwiches she'd made, before she could take them away from him. "You ate all mine up yesterday," she reminded him.
He thought about if for just a moment. "Yeah, but you didn't make just sandwiches, did you? There were other goodies too."
Sal felt a little bemused. "So, it's not that you have anything against sandwiches exactly, just when they don't come with other things," she summed up.
Nick had never really thought that much about sandwiches before, but he had to admit, she had a point. "Well...yes."
She grinned; she had a solution. Glancing around the restaurant, she caught the attention of a waiter who approached their table.
"You want to order?" he said.
"Yes, but I was just wondering something. We would like sandwiches, but can we choose what we would like in them?" she asked.
"Yes, of course, if we have it, we will make the special sandwiches for you," he smiled.
"Great," she replied, looking across at Nick who was wondering what she was up to. "Okay, I'll go first," she said, turning her attention to the sandwich section of the menu for inspiration. "I'd like, erm...cheese, chicken and...oh, coleslaw, and also...bacon andβ¦avocado," she finished, throwing Nick a challenging look.
βAvocado Sal? Thatβs the kind of thing rich people put in their sandwiches.β
Sal frowned slightly, before replying, βWell, avocados are cheap here, so everyone can enjoy them. Now, what are you having in your sandwich?β she said, glancing towards the waiter who had his pen poised for Nickβs order.
"Okay, I'll have...sausage..." She hadn't thought of that. "...and cheese, and...egg and tomato," he said, looking to Sal for a reaction.
βNothing else?β she asked.
βOh of course, I forgotβ¦β he wracked his brains to think of another ingredient. βLettuce.β He finally said.
Sal laughed. βLettuce?β she said, incredulously. βI win,β she mouthed to him.
"Okay, you're not as boring as I'd originally thought," he admitted.
Boring indeed!
"Wait," she said, turning to the starters section of the menu again. "I haven't finished yet. We will also have...do you like mushrooms," she whispered to Nick.
He nodded.
"Can we have mushrooms a la crème, and...erm, saganaki, I love cheese," she whispered to him again. "and some chips...oh and have you got any crisps?" she asked.
"Crisps?" the waiter said, seeming not to know what they were.
"Yes, err, potato chips," she clarified.
He still looked none the wiser.
"Patatakia," Nick supplied.
"Ah, patatakia, yes," the man replied.
"Crisp sandwiches," she whispered to Nick.
Nick's face lit up. "You are devilish," he whispered back.
She giggled.
"We can order desert after, chocolate cake or something equally...develish'," she said, quoting his own words.
"And what would you like to drink?" the waiter asked them.
Sal flipped to the drinks section. "Coke?" she suggested, before spotting something much better. "Oh my God, I haven't had one of those for years!"
"What?" Nick asked, trying to look over her menu.
"You have to have one of these with me," she said to Nick. "We will have two ice cream sodas," she finished proudly, closing the menu.
"No problem," the waiter said, writing down the drinks order and walking away chuckling to himself.
"I thought you said you weren't hungry," Nick laughed.
"Well...I can be persuaded," she winked.
Hmm, he wondered what else she could be persuaded of.
"I'm glad," he smiled, "I was worried for a moment that you'd lost your touch."
"What touch?" she asked, bemused.
"You know, the 'Sal' thing," he replied.
"What are you talking about Nick?" she chuckled.
"You know, you know, the Sal crazy, inventive, exciting stuff 'touch."
She laughed out loud then.
"So you don't think I'm too crazy and inventive then?" she asked.
"Hmm..." he thought about it, "well, you're on the edge," he said, with an uncertain hand gesture, "but, I like living dangerously," he grinned.
She giggled. "I think you'll be okay with a few sandwiches and an ice cream soda Nick."
"Yeah, I think you're right," he smiled, searching her eyes for a few moments, while she wondered if he was going to say more, or if not, why he was looking at her like that for what seemed like a split second too long. Strangely, she suddenly felt the beginnings of nervousness threaten, until he moved his gaze at last to the view and broke eye contact with her.
"Hey look," he exclaimed, "there's Phil and Sandra," he said, waving to the couple who were strolling down the coastal path below them.
They didn't appear to have noticed Nick, so Sal joined in, waving and shouting out to them, until they finally looked up and spotted Nick and Sal.
"Where are you going?" Nick shouted.
"To the beach," Phil shouted back. He turned to say something quickly to Sandra however, before shouting up to them again. "We'll come up there for a quick drink with you though," he added, before they did an about turn, crossed the road and disappeared out of sight underneath them.
"I hope they don't think I was rude last night...you know all the laughing and that," Sal fretted.
"I told you, they aren't like that," Nick said dismissively. "Stop worrying."
"Okay, okay. Do you think you'll keep in touch with them now that you've met up with them again?" she asked.
"I don't see why not. I'll get their phone number. Maybe we could go to visit them in Rethymnon. Who knows, the quest might take us there."
"Or maybe we could just go visit them anyway," she grinned, giving Nick one of her looks as if to say she was thinking more than she was letting on.
"Well yeah, we could do that too."
Sal held back the laughter that she felt bubbling up inside her.
"Hi you two," came a voice from behind Sal.
They turned to greet Phil and Sandra.
βHi,β Nick and Sal both said, jumping up out of their seats to find chairs for them and make space at their table.
The waiter noticed the commotion and approached to take another order.
βYouβll never guess what me and Nick are having to drink; takes me right back to when I was little,β Sal said
βGo on, what did you order?β Sandra smiled.
βIce cream sodas,β Sal replied, excitedly.
βOh yes, I know what you mean. They remind me of birthday parties. Right then,β Sandra said, turning to the waiter, βWe will have two ice cream sodas too.β
Phil pulled a face. βDonβt I get a choice?β
βNo,β Sandra replied. βYou can be nostalgic with me.β
The waiter hovered, unsure if Phil wanted to change his order.
βNo, thatβs fine. We will have the two ice cream sodas,β Sandra insisted to the waiter. He wrote them down on his pad and walked away, seeming to find something funny again.
"I'm not six years old," Phil moaned at Sandra, "I was thinking of having a beer."
"You can stick to the ice cream soda and stop complaining," Sandra reprimanded him. "You had enough beer last night."
Phil huffed, and turned to Nick for support. Nick just shrugged, knowing better than to come between a guy and girl, especially when the girl wasn't happy about something.
It wasn't long before the waiter brought out Nick and Sal's drinks order, telling Phil and Sandra that he would be back shortly with theirs. Sal and Sandra peered with interest into the glasses with vanilla ice cream in the bottom, and wondered where the rest of the drink was...that is until the waiter placed a tiny jug next to each glass filled with sparkling lemonade.
"Cute," Sandra smiled.
Phil tutted.
Sal picked up her jug of lemonade and waited for Nick to do the same, holding it over her glass, ready to pour. She looked across at Nick.
"After three."
Nick couldn't help but chuckle.
"Go on then," he said.
"One, two, three," she said. They both poured in the lemonade and everyone watched the glasses fill with a creamy foam.
"Ooooh," Sal and Sandra said together, laughing.
"Can I have a beer now?" Phil asked.
Sandra glared at him.
"Guess not," Phil said to himself.
"So, did you two enjoy yourselves last night?" Sandra asked, making Nick start to choke on his ice cream soda.
"We went straight to sleep," he said guiltily, on instinct.
Sal's eyes widened and she spoke under her breath to Nick. "No, you idiot; she meant at the party."
"Ohhh," he said, with relief. "Yes, we had fun."
Sal felt slightly more mortified at Nick's slip up, and could have quite easily climbed into the foam of her ice cream soda.
"Oh, I forgot," Sandra said suddenly, "We were supposed to be meeting Mike at the beach. I had better send him a message to let him know where we are."
"That reminds me too," Nick said to Phil, just as the waiter placed the glass of ice cream and jug in front of him and Sandra. Phil frowned at his. "Can I take a contact number for you two?" Nick asked.
"Sure," Phil replied, giving Nick his number, which Nick saved in his phone, whilst Phil also watched dubiously as Sandra poured first hers, and then his, lemonade into the glasses.
"Ohhhh," both girls said again. And again, they fell about laughing.
Phil and Nick exchanged looks.
Presently, Sandra's mobile phone beeped, and she became busy, receiving and sending a couple of messages.
"So, when are you going back to Agios?" Phil asked, taking a dubious sip out of the ice cream soda through a straw. He grimaced, but it was more for show, as he continued sipping it regardless.
Nick sighed. "We will have to go back later today, as Sal will be working at the airport on Friday night."
...And Jen will be coming back at the weekend...The thought had hovered in his head like an annoying fly, refusing to leave.
"And what work are you doing this year?" Phil asked.
"Well, it looks like I've got a job working with Sal at the airport," Nick replied more cheerfully.
"Err," Sal coughed to get their attention. "Not 'with' me Nick, that implies you are my equal. I'll be his boss," she explained to Phil.
Phil found that hilarious. "Good luck with that then mate," he said to Nick.
At this point, Sandra appeared to have been listening to the conversation, and butted in, saying, "What's that supposed to mean? It's a good job Sal's the boss; we need more women to sort you men out."
Sal nodded in agreement and smiled smugly at Nick.
"Mike is coming here to meet us," Sandra informed them, popping her mobile phone back into her bag.
Phil and Nick turned to each other, apparently having the same thought when they both turned to the waiter and called him over again.
"Another ice cream soda," they said together.
"If I've got to drink it, Mike's got to suffer too," Phil smiled devilishly.
"Another?" the waiter said with surprise. "Now we must go buy more ice cream!"
Everyone laughed as he walked away, shaking his head.
"Hey guys," came a voice from out of nowhere.
For a split second, Sal thought it was Mike, but the voice wasn't as clear cut as Mike's, having a slight drawl to it. Then she turned and realised who it was. Bob, still carrying his ukulele, was standing over them with Karen by his side.
"Wassup?" Bob asked.
"How'd you
"So, what do you fancy for lunch then?" Nick asked.
"Oh, errm... a sandwich or something I guess," she replied, flicking through the menu for the right page.
"Just a sandwich? Got to make it more interesting than that Sal."
What was wrong with her? It wasn't like Sal to be so boring.
"Oh yeah, of course, it's just that, it's quite early for me to be eating; I'm not that hungry really," she admitted.
"Early? Sal it's lunchtime; we completely missed breakfast," he pointed out.
"True, but I don't usually eat till later; a sandwich will be fine for me," she insisted.
"Oh, sure," Nick shrugged, leaving Sal feeling like she'd somehow let him down.
"What are you going to have anyway?" she asked with more enthusiasm.
βWe can just have sandwiches; that's fine," he said, closing the menu
Okay, Nick was acting oddly. He did that sometimes, and there was usually a reason why. The problem with Nick was, how to weedle the reason out of him.
"What's wrong with sandwiches; you like sandwiches," she said, pointing at him suddenly as she had a vision of him guarding the sandwiches she'd made, before she could take them away from him. "You ate all mine up yesterday," she reminded him.
He thought about if for just a moment. "Yeah, but you didn't make just sandwiches, did you? There were other goodies too."
Sal felt a little bemused. "So, it's not that you have anything against sandwiches exactly, just when they don't come with other things," she summed up.
Nick had never really thought that much about sandwiches before, but he had to admit, she had a point. "Well...yes."
She grinned; she had a solution. Glancing around the restaurant, she caught the attention of a waiter who approached their table.
"You want to order?" he said.
"Yes, but I was just wondering something. We would like sandwiches, but can we choose what we would like in them?" she asked.
"Yes, of course, if we have it, we will make the special sandwiches for you," he smiled.
"Great," she replied, looking across at Nick who was wondering what she was up to. "Okay, I'll go first," she said, turning her attention to the sandwich section of the menu for inspiration. "I'd like, erm...cheese, chicken and...oh, coleslaw, and also...bacon andβ¦avocado," she finished, throwing Nick a challenging look.
βAvocado Sal? Thatβs the kind of thing rich people put in their sandwiches.β
Sal frowned slightly, before replying, βWell, avocados are cheap here, so everyone can enjoy them. Now, what are you having in your sandwich?β she said, glancing towards the waiter who had his pen poised for Nickβs order.
"Okay, I'll have...sausage..." She hadn't thought of that. "...and cheese, and...egg and tomato," he said, looking to Sal for a reaction.
βNothing else?β she asked.
βOh of course, I forgotβ¦β he wracked his brains to think of another ingredient. βLettuce.β He finally said.
Sal laughed. βLettuce?β she said, incredulously. βI win,β she mouthed to him.
"Okay, you're not as boring as I'd originally thought," he admitted.
Boring indeed!
"Wait," she said, turning to the starters section of the menu again. "I haven't finished yet. We will also have...do you like mushrooms," she whispered to Nick.
He nodded.
"Can we have mushrooms a la crème, and...erm, saganaki, I love cheese," she whispered to him again. "and some chips...oh and have you got any crisps?" she asked.
"Crisps?" the waiter said, seeming not to know what they were.
"Yes, err, potato chips," she clarified.
He still looked none the wiser.
"Patatakia," Nick supplied.
"Ah, patatakia, yes," the man replied.
"Crisp sandwiches," she whispered to Nick.
Nick's face lit up. "You are devilish," he whispered back.
She giggled.
"We can order desert after, chocolate cake or something equally...develish'," she said, quoting his own words.
"And what would you like to drink?" the waiter asked them.
Sal flipped to the drinks section. "Coke?" she suggested, before spotting something much better. "Oh my God, I haven't had one of those for years!"
"What?" Nick asked, trying to look over her menu.
"You have to have one of these with me," she said to Nick. "We will have two ice cream sodas," she finished proudly, closing the menu.
"No problem," the waiter said, writing down the drinks order and walking away chuckling to himself.
"I thought you said you weren't hungry," Nick laughed.
"Well...I can be persuaded," she winked.
Hmm, he wondered what else she could be persuaded of.
"I'm glad," he smiled, "I was worried for a moment that you'd lost your touch."
"What touch?" she asked, bemused.
"You know, the 'Sal' thing," he replied.
"What are you talking about Nick?" she chuckled.
"You know, you know, the Sal crazy, inventive, exciting stuff 'touch."
She laughed out loud then.
"So you don't think I'm too crazy and inventive then?" she asked.
"Hmm..." he thought about it, "well, you're on the edge," he said, with an uncertain hand gesture, "but, I like living dangerously," he grinned.
She giggled. "I think you'll be okay with a few sandwiches and an ice cream soda Nick."
"Yeah, I think you're right," he smiled, searching her eyes for a few moments, while she wondered if he was going to say more, or if not, why he was looking at her like that for what seemed like a split second too long. Strangely, she suddenly felt the beginnings of nervousness threaten, until he moved his gaze at last to the view and broke eye contact with her.
"Hey look," he exclaimed, "there's Phil and Sandra," he said, waving to the couple who were strolling down the coastal path below them.
They didn't appear to have noticed Nick, so Sal joined in, waving and shouting out to them, until they finally looked up and spotted Nick and Sal.
"Where are you going?" Nick shouted.
"To the beach," Phil shouted back. He turned to say something quickly to Sandra however, before shouting up to them again. "We'll come up there for a quick drink with you though," he added, before they did an about turn, crossed the road and disappeared out of sight underneath them.
"I hope they don't think I was rude last night...you know all the laughing and that," Sal fretted.
"I told you, they aren't like that," Nick said dismissively. "Stop worrying."
"Okay, okay. Do you think you'll keep in touch with them now that you've met up with them again?" she asked.
"I don't see why not. I'll get their phone number. Maybe we could go to visit them in Rethymnon. Who knows, the quest might take us there."
"Or maybe we could just go visit them anyway," she grinned, giving Nick one of her looks as if to say she was thinking more than she was letting on.
"Well yeah, we could do that too."
Sal held back the laughter that she felt bubbling up inside her.
"Hi you two," came a voice from behind Sal.
They turned to greet Phil and Sandra.
βHi,β Nick and Sal both said, jumping up out of their seats to find chairs for them and make space at their table.
The waiter noticed the commotion and approached to take another order.
βYouβll never guess what me and Nick are having to drink; takes me right back to when I was little,β Sal said
βGo on, what did you order?β Sandra smiled.
βIce cream sodas,β Sal replied, excitedly.
βOh yes, I know what you mean. They remind me of birthday parties. Right then,β Sandra said, turning to the waiter, βWe will have two ice cream sodas too.β
Phil pulled a face. βDonβt I get a choice?β
βNo,β Sandra replied. βYou can be nostalgic with me.β
The waiter hovered, unsure if Phil wanted to change his order.
βNo, thatβs fine. We will have the two ice cream sodas,β Sandra insisted to the waiter. He wrote them down on his pad and walked away, seeming to find something funny again.
"I'm not six years old," Phil moaned at Sandra, "I was thinking of having a beer."
"You can stick to the ice cream soda and stop complaining," Sandra reprimanded him. "You had enough beer last night."
Phil huffed, and turned to Nick for support. Nick just shrugged, knowing better than to come between a guy and girl, especially when the girl wasn't happy about something.
It wasn't long before the waiter brought out Nick and Sal's drinks order, telling Phil and Sandra that he would be back shortly with theirs. Sal and Sandra peered with interest into the glasses with vanilla ice cream in the bottom, and wondered where the rest of the drink was...that is until the waiter placed a tiny jug next to each glass filled with sparkling lemonade.
"Cute," Sandra smiled.
Phil tutted.
Sal picked up her jug of lemonade and waited for Nick to do the same, holding it over her glass, ready to pour. She looked across at Nick.
"After three."
Nick couldn't help but chuckle.
"Go on then," he said.
"One, two, three," she said. They both poured in the lemonade and everyone watched the glasses fill with a creamy foam.
"Ooooh," Sal and Sandra said together, laughing.
"Can I have a beer now?" Phil asked.
Sandra glared at him.
"Guess not," Phil said to himself.
"So, did you two enjoy yourselves last night?" Sandra asked, making Nick start to choke on his ice cream soda.
"We went straight to sleep," he said guiltily, on instinct.
Sal's eyes widened and she spoke under her breath to Nick. "No, you idiot; she meant at the party."
"Ohhh," he said, with relief. "Yes, we had fun."
Sal felt slightly more mortified at Nick's slip up, and could have quite easily climbed into the foam of her ice cream soda.
"Oh, I forgot," Sandra said suddenly, "We were supposed to be meeting Mike at the beach. I had better send him a message to let him know where we are."
"That reminds me too," Nick said to Phil, just as the waiter placed the glass of ice cream and jug in front of him and Sandra. Phil frowned at his. "Can I take a contact number for you two?" Nick asked.
"Sure," Phil replied, giving Nick his number, which Nick saved in his phone, whilst Phil also watched dubiously as Sandra poured first hers, and then his, lemonade into the glasses.
"Ohhhh," both girls said again. And again, they fell about laughing.
Phil and Nick exchanged looks.
Presently, Sandra's mobile phone beeped, and she became busy, receiving and sending a couple of messages.
"So, when are you going back to Agios?" Phil asked, taking a dubious sip out of the ice cream soda through a straw. He grimaced, but it was more for show, as he continued sipping it regardless.
Nick sighed. "We will have to go back later today, as Sal will be working at the airport on Friday night."
...And Jen will be coming back at the weekend...The thought had hovered in his head like an annoying fly, refusing to leave.
"And what work are you doing this year?" Phil asked.
"Well, it looks like I've got a job working with Sal at the airport," Nick replied more cheerfully.
"Err," Sal coughed to get their attention. "Not 'with' me Nick, that implies you are my equal. I'll be his boss," she explained to Phil.
Phil found that hilarious. "Good luck with that then mate," he said to Nick.
At this point, Sandra appeared to have been listening to the conversation, and butted in, saying, "What's that supposed to mean? It's a good job Sal's the boss; we need more women to sort you men out."
Sal nodded in agreement and smiled smugly at Nick.
"Mike is coming here to meet us," Sandra informed them, popping her mobile phone back into her bag.
Phil and Nick turned to each other, apparently having the same thought when they both turned to the waiter and called him over again.
"Another ice cream soda," they said together.
"If I've got to drink it, Mike's got to suffer too," Phil smiled devilishly.
"Another?" the waiter said with surprise. "Now we must go buy more ice cream!"
Everyone laughed as he walked away, shaking his head.
"Hey guys," came a voice from out of nowhere.
For a split second, Sal thought it was Mike, but the voice wasn't as clear cut as Mike's, having a slight drawl to it. Then she turned and realised who it was. Bob, still carrying his ukulele, was standing over them with Karen by his side.
"Wassup?" Bob asked.
"How'd you
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