Chapter 65: Bartender

The beach was bare in early November. The waves were almost white, and the sand was a pale yellow. It's like winter sucked the color out of nature. Well, either that or I should really check my eyesight. Luke parked his black Jeep wrangler in employee parking. "Why are you staring at yourself like that?" he asked me. I pulled away from the car mirror, not even ashamed about it. "Do I need contacts?" I looked back at him and his flawless face. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the left side of his face was highlighted by the sun streaming in from the glass window behind him. I wouldn't even be sad if he was the last thing I saw. "Your eyes are beautiful," he answered and then pushed open his car door, "Now let's go." He strolled around the car and opened the door for me. I only then saw the giant 'E' in front of us. "Are we in employee parking?!" I exclaimed as I hopped out. "Maybe you do need contacts," he replied.