“Are you ready?” Alexei asked with an unusual air of smugness in him to which I just responded reluctantly with a grunt.
He has conveniently planned out this whole day to torment me into doing the things that he knows I’m very much scared of doing. He must be enjoying the prospect of getting me so high up because he certainly does look very happy as we went near the entrance of the Eiffel Tower where lines of tourists wait.
“Let’s start with baby steps, shall we? Let’s get to the top of the Eiffel Tower, then we can then go higher from there. Are you up for it?”
“If I say I’m not, will you stay on the ground with me?” I said as my last appeal for him to stop this nonsense.
He shook his head. “Not a chance.”
Damn this. What was I thinking? I regret calling him no fun. I shouldn’t have
