Late Night

I grabbed a book that I already read a few times and opened the balcony door.
I took in my surroundings and the view.

I didn't have a view to be precise. Across my balcony was a balcony from the hotel where Martina and her family stayed. It wasn't that bad but I expected a nicer view.

I just hoped that the room was free since the other balcony was pretty close to mine.

I looked above the railing. Under me I saw the water floating through the tight canal. I listened to the calming sound of the water and the chirping crickets.

On the balcony there was a small table and three chairs.

I sat onto one chair while putting my legs on the other one.

This night was incredibly quiet. The only thing I heard was the flowing water under me, the chirping crickets and occasionally some barking in the distance.

After a few minutes I was recessed in my book and didn't notice what happened around me until a dark voice put me out of my trance.

"Stephen King?"

I looked up in the beautiful familiar brown eyes