Untitled, pt.2 (i need a name for this)

I closed the curtains again.
My heart was beating wildly. I felt like an idiot. I couldn't have left it with only one person knowing of my existence. Nope, I needed two! But I figured that since they had already seen me, my death sentence from my parents would be complete, I might as well see him one more time.
I looked out for the third time, searching the boat for him, but neither he nor the redhead were there. For some reason, my heart sort of dropped.
That is, until I saw him on the shore talking to Marta while petting Daisy. Only on word came to mind: ohmygod.
A few seconds passed as I watched in horror as he seemingly flawlessly spoke to Marta in Spanish and pointed towards my window. She seemed a little unsure. She didn't know the extent of her order to secrecy, and she didn't know why I was being kept in secret. She didn't think that it was right that my parents kept me cooped up in the suite all day, so she was constantly looking for ways to not go against her orders but still get me to meet people. So far, nothing had worked. Marta looked up to my window, saw me, smiled, and continued speaking to him more animatedly then before.
I sank to the floor.
I was then officially terrified. What's going to happen when my parents find out? But it was already done. I peeked one last time. The dark haired one was writing something on a napkin, and then he handed it to Marta. She nodded and walked away. He looked towards my window, smiled, and turned to walk towards the boat.
The shock had pretty much worn off, but the panic was still firmly in place.
A few minutes passed.
I was still slumped on the floor when the door quietly opened and Daisy came flopping in. She bounded over to where I was sitting and plopped herself in my lap. I stroked her absentmindedly for a few minutes until she reached her sit-in-one-place quota for the day.
I looked at the clock.
8:43.
Wow.
The fact that my life could be ruined in thirteen minutes astounded me. It would have been kind of cool had it not been so horrifying. Daisy was at the door again wanting out. I got up, opened the door, and followed her into the massive kitchen, where Marta was making me breakfast, looking extremely proud of herself.
I went to the pantry and got the dog food. Daisy pranced around her food dish, which usually made me laugh. Not this time, tho. Marta turned to me with a huge grin. "Toma." She said, thrusting the napkin at me. I tried to force a smile. It seemed unfair to be angry at her. She truly had no idea of what she had done.
I took the napkin and the dog food into my room Daisy ran around the room as I set her morning meal down. I watched as she expertly picked through her food, leaving the green bits and eating all of the soft meat filled morsels first. I
looked at the little napkin in my hand and then toward the window. I opened them a small bit, enough to let the clear sunlight through. I couldn't help but look towards the dock. The boat was on its way to the boat house to stock up for tonights huge party. The dock was empty.
I went over to my bed and sat down with a deep sigh. I unfolded the crumpled napkin, and inside, written in meticulous handwriting, was a short note.

Meet me in the lobby at 9:30.
Please.
Daniel.