The teenager.
From Create Your Own Story
She is almost in front of the table where the teenage boy is eating breakfast with his parents. You don't move to stop her, because as zany and unpredictable as she can be, you are certain that she will be sensitive enough to not embarrass him in front of his parents, or say anything to embarrass you.
As she is still about ten feet away, the teenager looks up and sees her, reddening visibly. Either he is the guilty party, or he just remembers seeing Mindy at the beach last night, in her skimpy swimsuit.
"Good morning!" She says brightly to the family, and the parents return her greeting. "Do you folks happen to know where I meet up with the shopping bus that goes in to town?" "No, we only arrived yesterday, and haven't seen much of the resort yet." The mum says. "But if you figure it out, could you let me know? I'd be interested in doing some shopping myself."
"Sure! By the way, I'm Mindy," She says, offering her hand to shake.
"Pleased to meet you, Mindy, I'm Shelley, my husband is Don, and this is our son, Steve. We're in room 201."
He gulps and can't quite make eye contact with Mindy, staring somewhere between her chest and her chin.
"It was nice to meet you all, I'll let you get on with your breakfast. Shelley, I will call your room when I find out where the bus stops. You are welcome to join my friend Jessica and I if you want to leave the guys behind for a day!" She laughs charmingly, then she makes her way back to you.
"I'm not sure if it was him or not, but at least now we know what room he is in, if we get another note." She says.
You two make your way to the buffet, and talk about your options for the day. Do you decide to:
