The Room With a Balcony

Marcos arrives at the hotel late at night. He is tired. He puts down his suitcase. A woman sits at the desk.

"I have a reservation," he says. "My name is Marcos Soto." The woman types. Her face changes.

"I am sorry. Your room is not ready. But we have one room with a balcony." She gives him the key.

The elevator is old. It makes noise. Marcos opens the door. He sees the city: roofs, lights, and a fountain.

He goes onto the balcony. The wind is cold. Two people stand by the fountain. Marcos watches them.