AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Anything you want.”
“Can you move a mountain?”
He shrugs. “Sure.”
“Can you stop time?”
“Not in the way you think.”
“What do you mean?”
“Time, for you, is seconds on a clock,” he says. “When, in essence, time itself is everything but.”
“That makes no sense at all.”
Ari laughs as the car comes to a slow stop. “We’re here,” he says.
“No, wait. I wanna know.”
He pushes his door open and steps outside, ignoring my request. I stare out the window and my annoyance quickly fades as my jaw drops at the famous landmark about a mile away from our parking spot.
“Is that...” I pause, utterly confused.
The Eiffel Tower?
Ari extends his hand to help me out. “Come on,” he says.
Without thinking, I take it. His cold grip tingles up my arm as I slide off the leather seat and stand on trembling ankles.
“Where are we?” I ask, my ears perking toward the foreign crowd.
Ari closes the door and buttons his jacket. “Paris,” he answers.
“Paris, Ohio?” I ask.
“No. Paris, France.”
I shake my head at the tower in the distance. “That’s not possible.”
He smirks. “Are you sure?”
“We were in the car for ten minutes!”
“Were we?” he asks, playfully.
“Yes!”
Ari reaches into his pocket and passively tosses the keys to the valet driver I somehow didn’t notice standing beside me until now. He says something in perfect French and the man replies with a nod before hurrying into the driver’s seat.
“Come,” Ari says, twitching his finger at me and spinning around on the sidewalk.
I follow him closely, the only semi-familiar face in a city of lights. A doorman opens the entrance ahead with a smile and Ari leads me into a restaurant. My nose instantly points up, taking in the delicious scents of whatever the hell they serve here. My stomach growls in response as we make our way toward the hostess at the front.
She smiles at Ari and greets him as if they see him every day. Ari responds with something long-winded and I swear I see the young woman blush before turning around and gesturing us to follow her.
I stay silent with my arms folded, absolutely positive that I’m a little under-dressed for a place like this. Surely a blue sundress, a denim jacket, and hemp sandals go against their dress code.
We reach our table-for-two and a man appears behind me with hands presented.
