They strolled through the resort's plaza, the midday sun casting soft shadows across the cobblestone paths. The air buzzed with the low hum of conversation, clinking cutlery, ambient music from boutiques, and the occasional burst of laughter from nearby tables. The plaza was lively but not crowded.
Joren scanned the row of eateries lining the walkway, then pointed to a cozy-looking café with wicker chairs and a chalkboard menu propped outside.
"How about this one?" he asked.
Lana squinted at the place. "Mmm… I don't know. It looks cute, but it's mostly sandwiches and pastries. I kind of want something more... filling."
Joren nodded. "Fair enough. We can keep looking."
They walked past the café, weaving through the bustle of the plaza. A few minutes later, Joren spotted a minimalist seafood restaurant tucked between two palm trees, its simple sign gleaming in the sunlight.
"Ooh," he said, gesturing toward it. "How about that seafood place over there?"
