It was a snowy night in Paris. I was looking at the bright Eiffel Tower when I felt a hand clasped mine. I turned around to see who it was… and it was Jack, smiling at me.
“Do you know that Eiffel for you?” He joked. Even thought it was corny, I laughed. Then his face expression became serious when I stopped laughing.
“Elsa… I want to ask you something.” He looked at our intertwined hands, the seriousness in his voice made me uneasy.
I gulped nervously, “What is it?”