El Hotel Sunrise

The Spanish sun beat down as you stepped out of the taxi, the air thick with the scent of salt and possibility. "Woah," you breathed, taking in the grand facade of 'El Hotel Sunrise.' Your sister, Sherri, equally impressed, nudged you as your parents bustled ahead. After the usual family banter and getting your room key for 207, you settled into the comfortable twin beds of your shared room.
Later that evening, dressed for dinner, you found yourself at an outdoor restaurant within the hotel grounds. Amidst the setting sun and the clatter of cutlery, your eyes landed on two boys sitting opposite your family. One of them, with light brown hair and beautiful eyes, held your gaze for a moment that felt longer than it was. The night ended with a lingering feeling of curiosity about the 'boy from dinner.'
Back in your room, the sliding balcony door open to the warm night air, you and Sherri were watching TV and snacking on Pringles when a knock echoed through the room. Through the peephole, your breath hitched – it was him.
