As they zipped between cars, running frantically across the road, Violet thought of how she had got to this point. In all honesty, it had been a very normal day on holiday. She’d planned to see a few museums, maybe do a river tour. Just a normal day of sightseeing for this little English runaway.
“Violet! Keep up!” screamed Blaize, snapping her out of her reverie.
“Where are we going?!”
“Where do you think?” he smirked, looking over his shoulder as he ran “The greatest monument in all of France- La Tour Eiffel! LEFT!”
Darting through the crowd of strangers, pushing aside groups of fashionable Parisian twenty-somethings as she ran, Violet Candle -the normal, ordinary, well brought-up English girl- wondered if she regretted the decision she’d made, just an hour earlier.
He’d asked her for coffee. She’d said yes, on a whim. It was Paris for Christ’s sake- If you can’t go for a coffee here with a good-looking stranger, where in the world can you?
That was her reasoning anyway.
And then some men had arrived looking a bit shifty and angry, and his face dropped from a charming grin to an anxious frown. He’d whispered into her ear that they needed to leave, that she had to follow him. And since that moment, it had all been a blurry haze of running and screaming and thinking this was the worst first date she’d ever been on.
As she turned the corner, still following a practical stranger, she gasped. The Eiffel Tower, despite its enormity and lights, had somehow managed to sneak up on them.
“Here we are.”
She stood speechless, gazing upwards. At that moment, Violet felt as if the running no longer mattered. All the tension in her body just dissolved into nothing, as she stared up at the great monument, standing by a mad, wonderful man she’d met two hours ago.
This was mad. Totally, utterly, splendidly mad. So why not be mad?
“Let’s climb it.”