George
"I'm George from L.A.," he said it so smoothly with such ease I had to look twice.
No, it wasn't George Michael not with an American accent, though his 5 o'clock shadow hinted his look came borrowed from the beloved 80's icon and his style in the era of his album Faith. I wished it was him. The small casual perfect Greek hotel was washed white inside and out and George was wearing white loose linen pants and a shirt, he blended in. A smooth disposition to go along with the soft calm of the Aegean summer air and perfect sun. The light outside was sharp, the sun hot in June and the shadows it cast into the stone hotel lobby at once enchanted and invited us to enter. "Are you guys staying here?" he asked and we answered "yes". He wanted to check in and we all checked in at the same time. Back then you needed to give the lobby desk your passport as collateral so we handed them over and got the room key. The hotel proprietor assumed we were a group. My 2 friends and I had our own room and George got his own room. We agreed to meet later for dinner that evening which in the Greek summer starts around 8ish and goes late into the night. We couldn't wait.
