The Newlyweds

Elizabeth lazed on a lounger on the beach, reggae music playing in her ear, enjoying the endless ocean. A couple sat down next to them. The woman appeared to be 18, blonde, blue eyes, tightness defined. She had a large rack, undoubtedly fake. The man was slender, wary and older. The sported fresh wedding bands and Elizabeth realized they were newlyweds.

"Hi, are these taken?" she asked. "I'm Bridget,by the way."

"Elizabeth," Elizabeth responded. "Feel free."

"Great. Are you on vacation here too?"

"No, I moved out here some years back. You?"

"Honeymoon," Bridget said brightly. "We're staying at the Azure."

"Oh, I love that place," Elizabeth said brightly. "Best hotel on the island. My husband trained the chefs there."

"Oh wow," Bridget said brightly. "I love the food there. The grouper is the best, isn't it Lewis?"

"Mmhm," Lewis responded in a bored manner.

"He's the best," Elizabeth said. She nodded over to the bar, where Antoine was ordering some rum punches. "That's him."

"Him? Oh wow," Bridget said, looking over at the tall, rugged, older Black man. Elizabeth was used to seeing shock, in the form of an interracial coupling, even here in Jamaica. But Bridget gawked extra long. Elizabeth withheld her smirk. Maybe she could teach this newlywed a lesson or two, she thought.