I nonchalantly pluck one of the scarlet blooms and keep walking. Then I search on my phone, grinning to myself. Ten minutes later, Gigi walks into the hot tub area, wearing the Speedo that never fails to make me burn for her. I stick out the flower. “Here.” She sighs. “Oh God. I’m scared to ask, but…what international day is it?” “National Cotton Candy Day. Seemed like one you’d celebrate.”
