The light seeping in through the windows peirced my closed eyes. Groaning, I got up and stretched, a few pops releasing. I slowly got out of bed and approached the window, opening it up. The heat hit me immediately, making me feel a little nauseous but a cool breeze swept through and I relaxed.
What was I going to do now? I was in Paris and my original plan was to have just stayed, locked up in my room. But now, common sense was getting to me. What was the use of wasting the time I'd have in one of the famous cities in the world? Besides, tourism won't do any harm, would it?
I whistled to myself as I looked up the steel formations of the tower. Whoa...this sure is going to be a fun ride. Running my hands through my hair, I stepped forward in my line. There were already around thirty people in front of me, waiting to get their turn up the tower. It was going to be a while before I get mine.
All of a sudden, I felt someone slightly push me. Turning around, I found myself staring at frizzy brown hair and a petite woman much shorter then me.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, looking up at me. I found myself staring into her emerald eyes...beautiful...
Clearing my throat and snapping out of my sudden reverie, I gave her quick nod and moved one step up the line, facing forward again.
"My name's Annie, and you?"
With a sigh I turned around to face her. She looked curiously up at me, smiling. I don't know what it was about her but I was intrigued. I wanted to know more about her and it had been quite a while since I'd felt this way about a girl.
Clearing my throat again I whispered, my voice hoarse, "Tristan."