"We've got to stop."
I leaned against a boulder, trying to catch my breath.
"How much farther?" I asked breathlessly.
Luca turned to me from where he stood a few feet in front of me on the trail, thumbs tucked under his backpack straps.
"Less than half a mile," he answered.
"C'mon, we can rest at the top."
I could tell he was annoyed.
Clearly, I didn't have the stamina to climb a mountain in less than an hour, much less keep up with someone who did.
"I hate hiking," I admitted, taking a gulp from my water bottle.
"That would have been nice to know before we got more than halfway up a mountain," he said sarcastically.
"I was just trying to be a good sport," I admitted, standing straight to continue walking.
"You've done a terrible job at it," he laughed, walking next to me.
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