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"Of course. I've got everything we talked about that day right in this notebook," I respond with a smile, patting my leather purse I've got slung over my shoulder, which carries my notebook and everything else I have of value in the world.
"Do you have a particular tree in mind?" Quaid smirks, his gaze dancing along the boulevard where we are walking. There are palm trees gently waving in the breeze, and the beach is right below us. I'm itching to find my way there later.
"We'll save that for tomorrow. There's a wine cafe right on the beach that I booked us reservations at, and I want to spend the day on the beach before we go."
"Lead the way," jokes Quaid.
I did research on hotels and decided on the Palacio Solecio. I'm immediately enchanted the second we step foot through the lobby. "This used to be a palace, and it's just recently been restored and opened up as a hotel," I explain as the guys also look around enchanted.
We check in, and there's an awkward moment when we're asked how many rooms we want.
"Do you have a suite?" I ask, before Carter can ask for his own room. At least if we're in a suite, he will be in the general vicinity of the rest of us.
"The only one we have available is the Presidential Suite," he explains apologetically, figuring there was no way that I can afford that.
He's definitely right.
Before I can just give us our names for single rooms, Quaid slaps down a black card that has everyone's eyes widening.
"We'll take the Presidential Suite," he says, and the hotel employee's eyes light up. Perhaps he gets a commission when he manages to book it.
I touch Quaid's shoulder. "You don't need to do that. We can just get single rooms," I tell him. Logan rolls his eyes and slaps down his regular colored credit card. "Put a fourth of it on my card," he says.
Quaid looks at him in disbelief. "One fourth?"
"You're a lot richer, bastard," Logan says with a cheeky grin, and I can't help but snort, which has the three of them plus the employee staring at me.
"I'm not contributing anything," Carter announces.
"Didn't think you would, asshole. Seeing as how you don't even want to be here," mutters Logan as the employee pretends not to be listening avidly to us.
Carter’s eyes reflect hurt briefly at Logan's comment, but then he quickly shutters whatever he's feeling.
An employee that I guess you would classify as a bellboy comes hustling from another hallway, pushing a large gold cart. He promptly begins to load our meager belongings and then leads us to an elevator and then up to the top floor.
"The view here is unparalleled in the city," he announces proudly with a beaming smile. We're all subdued in our response, and his smile dims.
Carter stands stiffly in the corner, intentionally putting as much distance as possible between himself and the rest of us. The elevator doors open, and I momentarily forget Carter's little fit because the view is truly spectacular. The Mediterranean Sea sprawls out in front of us, palm trees dot the golden beaches, and you can see La Manquita, Malaga's famous cathedral in the distance.
It's breathtaking.
"Know any good trees?" Quaid asks innocently as he hands the eager young guy some bills for a tip.
"Trees?" he asks, confused.
"Ignore him," Logan and Carter both say together, and I can't help but giggle.
"Something funny?" Quaid asks, and I just roll my eyes since that's become his favorite statement this trip evidently.
"I'll just be going," the bellboy says awkwardly, but no one is paying attention.
The ting of the elevator as he leaves creates an awkward silence as the four of us just look at each other.
"A black card, huh?" Carter spits sarcastically.
"Got a problem with that?" responds Quaid calmly.
Carter just stalks off into one of the bedrooms and soundly slams the door shut.
