Michael thought he hid his disappointment fairly well when it turned out that the surprise was actually dinner as expected and not some sly scheme to get the two of them between a set of hotel linens. The restaurant had a designated elevator, and as soon as they were inside Michael knew he was in trouble.
“Ah… How far up is the restaurant?” Michael asked, clinging to Eddie’s arm a little tighter.
“Probably about sixty floors or so. Why?” Edwardo pressed the button for the floor once the doors closed.
It was easy to tell this was a glass elevator. There was a little garden right outside its walls. Michael wanted out of it. Now. But, it was too late. It started moving, and at the sight of the ground rapidly falling away instinct took over.
It was such a quick movement Edwardo
