"Did you give them the sandwiches and water? Made sure you were on time?" There were more questions being thrown at her, but Aria wasn't listening to her mother very closely, only nodding at what seemed like appropriate times. She had arrived back at the small villa that her parents owned just as her mother was getting worried, now the young woman was chopping tomatoes for dinner that night.
"There was a visitor," Aria said absently, looking down at the chopping board,
"Good! I trust you greeted them and everything. That's enough chopping, start stirring the sauce."
"I promised him I would show him around."
"And you will, after you stir the sauce." Aria huffed and went to the steaming pot of sauce on the stove and quickly stirred the thick red sauce. It smelled just as wonderful as always, but as soon as the sauce was set Aria gave her mother a swift kiss on the cheek and ran out the back door. 

Running felt like freedom to Aria, the way her legs carried her quickly down the streets, her bare feet hardly making a sound on the dirt and into the town square. Slowing down as she approached Rosa's, the older woman called from her kitchen window,
"He left a while ago! Headed to the beach!" Aria waved in acknowledgement and started walking now until she came up to the most visited beach near the hotel. She walked to the edge and looked around, shading her eyes from the sun.