Propping herself on her elbows, she took in her surroundings. The room had to be almost as big as her entire apartment. Memories of the previous day drifted to her consciousness and made her smile. A wave of excitement rolled over her skin her knowing she’d spend the day with Beau. She reluctantly left the soft, warm confines of the bed and pulled open the curtains. Blue, yellow and pink flowers welcomed her. After a quick shower she put on a white sundress then ventured into the kitchen in search of coffee. She found none, but the sound of running water pulled her out the French doors into the garden. Everything smelled clean and fresh. A vase of purple blooms graced the table. She touched their soft petals, marveled at the velvety texture. Expecting to find yet another fountain, she took a few steps behind the chiminea, along a cobblestone walkway. She froze in her path when she realized the sound she’d heard came not from a fountain, but an outdoor shower. Beau faced away from her scrubbing his hair, his tan skin covered in soap.
