<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/0fad661f-2097-45f4-bf1d-23e897b819e7_zpstsde0are.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Indira Quinn<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Hotel Director<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> May 1, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Beach<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Very basic white bikini<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Indira chose to let Andres take the lead. This was his lesson after all. If he said he could handle it then she would back him with both confidence and trust. Though she wasn't sure about herself being any sort of distraction. His last words to her unsettled her, however, leaving her standing a moment too long with the edge of her polite and professional mask having slipped ever so slightly. <br/><br/>Was he... was he flirting with her?<br/><br/>There was no time to ponder that question however. The group moved and Indira hopped into gear. She gave the whole of her attention to the task at hand, which was an evaluation of Andres and his snorkeling excursion. Though at some point the almost clinical manner in which she had intended to approach the situation switched to one of complete immersion. And enjoyment.<br/><br/>Simply put, Andres was good at what he did. He was knowledgeable, engaging, and aware, and yes, he knew how to put on a show. Being paired with him wasn't a hardship at all and Indira found herself subject to the same awe and laughter as the couples that had booked the event. Overall it was indeed a memorable outing and the potential trouble never seemed to gain footing. By the end of it the women were talking and laughing with her and mean had seemed to relax some as well. The group departed in quite good spirits and Indira was forced to silently add her seal of approval to Andres. The recommendations and various whispers were, for the most part, well deserved. There were other whispers of course but those Indira would not be seeking to prove or disprove. At least not today--no, wait. Not ever. Some lines simply could not be crossed.<br/><br/>Indira was not opposed to conversation however, so when the request was made, she took a seat and sighed. "Something you want to ask me?" Interest colored her tone as she reached up to run a hand carefully through her still wet hair. <br/><br/>The switch to alcoholic drinks was an unexpected one and one she knew better than to accept. Of course, knowing better was not always much of a help. The excitement of the day was still coursing through her and admittedly she felt at least a superficial camaraderie Andres for the time being. Enough that she could eek past her usual rules and restrictions. <br/><br/>Biting her lip she considered briefly. "Mmm... mojito?" She leaned back in the seat she had claimed and crossed her legs. Already she was starting to feel a chill from being out in the open air after swimming. It had felt good at first, sort of invigorating, but now it was edging over to just plain chilly. A drink would help with that. <br/><br/>Still, she was as comfortable as could be expected for the moment so it was open amusement which greeted Andres' question, a bright white smile emerging. "How did I like you? I mean, you were okay." She mimed a nonchalant shrug then laughed. "No, actually I thought you were very good. I could see why I was hearing so much about you." She realized how that might come off and added, "Your snorkeling and SCUBA excursions I mean," just for clarification, though her smile didn't falter.  </span>