We slowly strolled through the lobby of the Occidental Grand Xcaret. Peyton and I giggling, standing close with hooked arms. As we stepped into the open space in the early morning but late night, we noticed the hottest guys in the place stare at us. We made it our goal to talk to them within the next two weeks but before we could blink they were tapping our shoulders.
"Hey, do you have the time?" The guy that seemed to be the leader of the three asked.
"Sorry, we don't wear watches." Peyton replied innocently as I lightly elbowed her in the ribs and nodded to the watch on his wrist.
"Smooth move retard." One of the two guys behind him said to the one wearing the watch as we laughed at them.
"Hey, at least he said something. Be proud of him, he took one for the team." I said his defense, still laughing. "So how long are you guys here for?" I asked, recovering from hysteria.
"Two weeks, well 13 days. We got here last night." Watch boy replied. "By the way, I'm Scott, this is Luke, and Jesse." He said extending his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Scott." I said shaking his hand, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, and pulling Peyton away.
"Hey, we didn't get your names!" He called after us.
"We didn't give them to you." I said calmly, looking back for only second.
"What room are you in?" One of the guys from behind Scott yelled.
"11220." Peyton yelled waving goodbye as I hit her.