Max turned to look at the clock beside her. The red digital display told her it was half past seven. She had been asleep a lot longer than she expected. Max rolled over, this time to look at Logan and found his side of the bed empty. Max glanced around the bedroom to find him but she saw no sign of him. Slowly Max stood up and went looking for Logan. Max found him quick enough because he was in the kitchen cooking breakfast for them.
"Morning sleepy-head." Logan greeted Max.
"Morning," she mumbled back, "What's cooking?"
"French toast," Logan replied as though it was obvious.
Max didn't care about his tone of voice and as soon as the toast was ready she began to eat it.
"I've decided on what we can do today," Logan told Max and he continued after she threw him a questioning look, "We can do the whole tourist thing. I haven't been to Paris since I was little and I want to see how it has changed. We can go to the Eiffel tower, the Louvre and the Notre Dame Cathedral."
"Great, just as long as we stay away from the shops." Max replied, looking forward to the day because she too had wanted to 'Do the tourist thing' Max's next thought was "What should I wear?"
An hour later after Max had tried on every outfit she had brought with her and decided the one she tried on first, a simple jumper and a pair of jeans, Logan went to get changed.
"Max can I ask you something?" Logan shouted through the door.
"Sure," Max replied wondering what it could be.
"Since when do you worry about what you are wearing?"
Max chose not to answer and instead replied with a question, "Since when do you get shaved?"
Logan stuck his head round the door with a smirk on his face, "Since I have to share my room with a woman who is determined to find the perfect outfit to wear."
Surprisingly Max couldn't think of a comeback and Logan went back to getting changed. When he emerged 2 minutes later he was wearing a dark shirt and a casual pair of trousers, "Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah," Max answered and she followed Logan out of the room.
"Where first?" Logan asked.
"Where's closest?"
"Eiffel Tower," Logan said studying a guidebook Max didn't remember him buying.
"Lead the way." Max said motioning for him to lead.
Max stood at the foot of the tower while Logan took pictures.
"Your turn now," she said grabbing the camera off him after posing for half a dozen photos. Logan did the same then asked Max "Where now?"
Max smiled mischievously, "Up." Was all she said before grabbing Logan and pulling him towards the tower.
"Max, I don't like heights." Logan reminded her feeling queasy at the thought of going up the tower.
"I know that, you told me before but you can't come here and not go up." Max argued.
"Yes you can," Logan argued pointlessly knowing that Max was going to win in the end.
She did as well. The pair stood at the top of the tower, Max was admiring the amazing view panning out in every direction and Logan was easing towards the way down and trying not to be sick.
"Max can we go now?" Logan asked.
"Sure, baby," she replied laughing at Logan's fear.
When they both had both feet firmly on the ground the pair headed towards the Louvre. The impressive collection of art housed there amazed both Max and Logan as they walked round.
"Logan, can we go and join one of those tours?" Max asked.
"Sure, there's one starting in a couple of minutes," Logan said. Max and Logan linked arms with each other without knowing it and headed towards the start of the tour.
Half an hour the tour was well underway when Logan felt Max tense up.
"What's wrong?" he asked noticing Max's pale colour.
"Those 2 men over there are from Manticore." She replied shakily.
Logan also tensed, "Sure?" Max nodded and the pair left the tour. Max stole a last glance at the men who didn't look as though they had noticed before leaving with Logan.
A/N: Thanks for reading leave a review or E-mail me at Clairestee@aol.com if you have any suggestions or comments.
