The early morning sun had not yet traveled high enough in the bright blue sky to shine into the pool area. It was cool and pleasant.

Adriano was skimming bougainvillea flowers and palm debris from the smooth surface of the pool. Laria was at the pool bar, getting ready for the morning rush of hostel guests who would want coffee or bottled water before leaving for various outings.

Occasionally, Adriano would say something and Laria would respond. But mostly they worked in silence.

Adriano thought about what it would be like to marry Laria and spend every morning just like this.