Alric

You checked into the Sea Breeze Hotel to the sounds of the surf and the cries of seagulls. At the reception, you were met by a smiling guy with a sign saying "Alrik" - the sun glare in his brown eyes seemed warmer than the Caribbean sun behind your shoulders.

“For our most charming guest, an ocean view room,” he said, holding out the key card. His fingers brushed yours, and for some reason that touch was more memorable than the sound of the waves behind you.

Every day started with his smile at the counter: "The hotel gives you coffee with cinnamon - we noticed that you prefer it" "Today we have a special sun lounger towel for you - the same color as your eyes"

Evening of the fifth day. You returned to your room, tired after the excursion – and froze on the threshold.

On the bedspread lay a small box of bog oak, tied with a silk ribbon the color of the lagoon. Next to it was an envelope with your name written in elegant handwriting:

"Expensive, The Sea Breeze Hotel is honored to present you with this modest gift. But let me confess – no corporate policy prescribes giving guests what the heart chooses. Yours, Alrik"

The box contained a bracelet - a silver wave with a tiny sapphire, exactly repeating the shade of the ocean outside your window.

And when you looked up, there he was standing in the doorway. Without his service uniform. With a question in his eyes and a bouquet of tropical flowers in his hands.

• This time - only from me.