46|No Luck

~Benny~

“He was giving you a leeway,” Markus said, unfurled the foldable chair, and sat beside me.

“Klaus?” I asked.

He hummed, pulling out the content of his fishing bucket one by one. “You’re lucky he lasted two years without kidnapping you or tying you up in a chair in his house,” he said with a chuckle.

I was on the wooden platform by the lake. I spend most of my time here, fishing, thinking, reading or just sipping coffee.

The temperature was slowly plummeting as the sun sets. My mouth salivated at the aroma of coffee as Markus poured a cup from his thermos. He handed me the coffee and filled another for himself.

I sighed. The mug warmed my palms.

The soft spring wind rocked my fishing line floater. Markus expertly set up his fishing rod, put a bait, and tossed it on the water.

Fishing taught me patience. It cleared my head, and I enjoyed doing it with Markus. It became our thing since Klaus hated fishing. He accompanied Markus and I once, and he’d fallen asleep in his sea