Marti woke sometime in the middle of the night, with the bedside lamp on, she absently turned it off, turned over in bed, and curled up on her right side.  She was asleep again, in a matter of minutes.  Her dreams, were of the man she met earlier, the man who slept right next door, Jeremiah.<br/><br/>The next time she woke, it was daylight, and she looked at the clock on the bedside table.  It read 8:45 AM.  She felt refreshed, after a good night's rest.  She went into the bathroom, and did her morning ablutions, ran her fingers through her short, blond, naturally curly hair, that in the short 12 hours she had been on the island, had seemed to soak in the humidity, which only enhanced her curls.  She put on some sexy undies, (something she had a weakness for) and a matching bra.  She opted for a short denim skirt, and a cotton blouse, grabbed her purse, and went to find some breakfast and coffee.  God, she needed coffee!<br/><br/>As she left her room, she glanced at 512, Jeremiah's room, and couldn't help but wonder if he was up for the day.  She certainly liked what she saw, and if the dreams she had last night were any indication, her subconscious was aware of him, as a man as well.  She had no way of knowing if he was awake, and wasn't about to knock on the door, to find out.<br/><br/>She stopped in the hotel lobby, to get the morning newspaper, and tucked it under her arm.  She wandered past the small coffee shop but she didn't wait all this time, and travel all this way to eat inside, so she wandered outside, to the poolside cafe.  It seemed every other hotel patron had the same idea, as she scanned the area looking for an empty table.  The only table that was free was one that sat six.  She didn't think it fair, that she occupy a table that size, especially since she wanted to linger over her morning coffee, and read the newspaper.  As she scanned the area once more, hoping that perhaps a table was about to be vacated, she saw him.  Jeremiah was sitting alone, at a table for two.  It didn't appear that his meal had arrived yet either.  Fate certainly had her hand in allowing Marti to be in Jeremiah's company.<br/><br/>"Jeremiah!  Good Morning!  Do you mind if I join you for breakfast?"  Marti couldn't believe her own voice, she'd never been quite so bold.<br/>