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Another month gone meant more paperwork to catch up on. While Izabel absolutely adored running Whispering Waves, she loathed having to do the financial aspects of it. The young woman always found herself wishing to hire a manager to take care of it all for her. But, along with the small bed and breakfast's budget not being able to handle another employee, she knew she would never be able to hand the reigns of her business over to someone else. This place had once been, and still was, her home. She lived and breathed for it. She would just have to get over her dislike of math. Eventually.
Yet as the hours dwindled by, her eyes would occasionally catch sight of a wave outside of her office's window. The sea called to her in so many different languages and emotions. She would catch herself remembering her childhood days of living on her surfboard, or her late teenage years of teaching younger children to embrace the beauty in each crest. Izzy would sometimes wish to be back to those years but knew she was living the best time now. Not only did she run her own establishment, which had always been a dream of hers, but she was in the prime of her life and had everything to look forward to. Nothing would be able to take this away from her.
At random times her ears would catch the sound of her handyman and best friend working against the wood of her house. She was so eternally grateful for that man. Not only did he run his own handyman business, but he was always able to find time in his schedule to help her with anything she needed around the home. Izzy didn't know what she would ever do without him. Hopefully she would never have to find out. The two had been constant companions since the first day they had met and their friendship only grew stronger as they aged. She had been sad when she decided to stop teaching at his school, but knew her best friend would only be happy for her living out her own dream. To her, there was no better man than Eloy Kan.
Huffing out a breath, she regrettably pulled her attention away from the sea and back to the calculator in front of her. She had to get this budgeting done or else she wouldn't be able to work on the inventory until much later, during a time when she desperately wanted to dip her toes into the ocean. With a groan she put her elbow onto the small desk and propped her chin on the inside of her palm as she stared down at the figures. During the summer months the profits had increased somewhat slightly, but not exactly where she had hoped they would be. The competition from the much more luxurious and larger hotels towards the center part of the island always drove away any prospective guests. Thankfully the guests that she was able to bring in managed to keep her business afloat. At least for now.
Izzy had been so lost in the paperwork that she didn't hear the man until he had cleared his throat. Jumping only slightly in surprise, she quickly looked up at him and exhaled out a quick, short breath from her nostrils. Her eyes immediately took in the sight of him shirtless and her throat dried. She then was able to process what he had said to her. Eyes widening slightly, she raised a brow in question. "A tourist?" She pushed away from the desk and rose to her feet before moving towards the front of the room. Bringing her hands down, she pulled at the hem of her denim shorts until they stopped mid-thigh and made sure her tan button-up shirt was fully closed. "Get a dang shirt on, Loy. Trying to run a business here. And don't you dare get any paint on anything it doesn't belong."
She would just have to ignore the part of her that hoped he wouldn't redress. Izzy was a woman after all, and she definitely had eyes. Though she inwardly bashed at the blush that threatened to flair across the tops of her cheeks and nose at that wink of his. She shouldn't be having those types of thoughts about her best friend. Couldn't. Could she? Shaking her head at herself, she followed after him into the main area of the house. She pushed the stray strands of her brown hair away from her face as a large smile pulled at both corners of her mouth when she noticed the woman.
"Hi, welcome! I'm Izabel. Are you looking for a room?" Hearing Eloy's words to the tourist, she blinked and raised a brow in concern. "Are you alright? I can call the local doctor to check you out. You wouldn't have to move a muscle."
