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The dry heat hit Lisa as soon as she stepped off the Plane in Ibiza, as the sun blazed down from the cloudless, blue sky above her.
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After collecting her case from the airport terminal, she took in the scenery that passed her by, as she stared out of the window of her taxi.
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After checking herself in at the Hotel reception and finding her way to what would be her home for the next month, she collapsed onto the freshly made bed, letting her exhausted body sink into the comfort of the soft mattress beneath her.
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As she stirred, she slowly blinked her eyes open. She checked her watch, realising that she had fallen asleep and it was now a good few hours later.
The bright of the day had started to take on a slight, dusky haze as it began to blend into night.
She pulled herself up from where she lay, appreciating the room she was in for the first time, having pretty much ignored its clean simplicity on the way in.
She slid back the door to the balcony, feeling a warm breeze kiss her skin delicately, as she stepped out onto the cool, tiled floor.
She took in the beautiful view of San Antonio bay, as she gazed out across crystal, blue waters as they lapped gently at the golden shoreline.
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As she sat Infront of the mirror that evening, adding the finishing touches to her makeup, she still couldn't quite believe she was here. She hadn't been abroad by herself before. She had always found the idea far too daunting. But after going through a breakup with her girlfriend, she decided that she needed to get away for a bit, that she needed to do this for herself to prove to herself...to her ex, that she wasn't all the things she had said she was.
Lisa wanted to prove to her that she didn't need her, that she was fine without her and that she could make her own way in life, without Becky holding her hand.
That's why she decided on Ibiza. It was so far out of her comfort zone, that she knew it was the perfect way to prove, not just to her ex, but to herself, that she wasn't a straight laced, shrinking violet like she had been branded most of her life.
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The air was warm, the breeze gentle and cool, as Lisa walked along the shoreline of the beach, her feet sinking into soft sand.
She walked a little way up the sand towards the promenade, before she sat, placing her sandal's beside her.
She glanced back behind her, the strip of bars along the prom beginning to fill with the laughter and chatter of people. She knew Ibiza was famous for it's nightlife and, she was terrified but also exhilarated at the thought of experiencing it by herself. Of pushing herself beyond the limits of her own comfort zones. She watched as the different groups of young and older, mingled inside and out, drinks in hand.
She watched as bar staff walked around with trays of shots and girls and guys walked the length of the strip, handing out flyers for what she could only assume was too try and entice people into wherever it was that they were working for.
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Lisa sat on the concrete at the end of the strip, as she brushed the sand from her feet, before putting her sandals back on.
She stood, folding her arms across her chest as she began walking slowly back along the prom.
She smiled politely as people glanced her way and waved her hand in a "thanks but no thanks" manner, when staff from the different bars started to approach her to offer her a shot of something.
"Can I tempt a gorgeous woman, such as yourself, with a free drink here before 10pm?"
Lisa turned to see a somewhat handsome guy stood a few feet away from her, a bright white smile on his face as he held out a flyer for the bar he was obviously working for.
"Thankyou but, maybe another night..."
That had been her answer to the last five men and women who had tried to offer her either free admission flyers, 2 for 1 flyers and even flyers for 25% off excursions.
She inwardly berated herself for being the complete opposite of what she had wanted to be when she got here. She had wanted to be a completely different version of Lisa too the one who had left Manchester less than 24hrs ago...yet, here she was, the exact same...boring, sensible...and beginning to wonder why on earth she thought that coming anywhere like this was a good idea!
She sighed, her arms hugging her chest tighter as she turned to glance out across the bay. The reflection of the moon and the colourful lights from the bars, shimmered and twinkled on the surface of the water.
As she turned her head back, she felt her body collide with another, causing her to stumble backwards. She could feel herself about to take a tumble, unable to unfold her arms quick enough to steady herself, but as she felt herself about to fall, a hand reached out to grab one of her now free arms, stopping her from what she had believed was the inevitable.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you ok?"
Lisa took a moment to regain her composure, before her eyes looked up to meet a pair of sparkling, green eyes staring back at her.
"I um...sorry...that was my fault, I wasnt watching where I was going"
"No harm done, 'ey" the brunette woman smiled warmly at Lisa, as she removed her hand from Lisa's arm.
Lisa noticed her beauty instantly. Dark, raven hair hung in loose waves past her shoulders, her dark, smokey eyeshadow made her bright green eyes smoulder from beneath and her bright, red smile was photo perfect.
Her porcelain skin was smooth against the sharp contours of her cheekbones and jawline.
"You ok there?"
Lisa heard the brunette chuckle as she snapped herself from her thoughts.
"Hmmm...?"
"Ya disappeared inside ya 'ead there for a moment!" the brunette laughed again.
"Sorry..." Lisa smiled sheepishly, as she went to carry on walking past the brunette.
"Hey!"
Lisa heard her call out to her and she turned to see her stood behind her, holding a flyer in her hand.
"The least you could do, ya know, after bumping into me is take a few of these..." she grinned, as Lisa awkwardly reached out and accepted the flyer "That'll get you and ya friends 20% off entry to Es Paradis tomorrow night!..."
Lisa looked down at the flyer, then back up at the other woman "...Thanks..."...
The brunette flashed her another smile, but before Lisa could say anymore, she had turned and was approaching another group, dishing out flyers to them.
Lisa watched after her for a second or too longer. She watched as she carried herself with a confidence Lisa could only dream of. Her tall, slender figure moved with grace and purpose, looking effortlessly put together in a simple, black vest top and ripped, denim shorts that were probably the shortest shorts Lisa had ever seen.
She wondered if the brunette worked at this club or whether she was just payed to hand out flyers to entice people in.
It was then that Lisa realised she was staring. She folded the flyer in half as she turned and carried on making her way back along the strip in the direction of her Hotel...a slow, smile seemingly going unnoticed by her as she put one foot Infront of the other.
Maybe, her decision to come here, wouldn't turn out to be so bad after all...
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