Enough! Enough! We've got a lead on our end, and we'll definitely tell you the moment we have anything. So stop worrying about us and enjoy your trip!
Serena Pendragon's handwriting appeared on the notebook, looking rather scrawled, as if she were afraid Vizet was about to do something again. Vizet found it both funny and exasperating.
"What's wrong?" Luna noticed Vizet's expression. "Did Serena tell you not to overthink it?"
"Yes!" Vizet nodded and put the notebook back into his pocket. "Serena told us to enjoy our trip. If something really happens, she'll notify us right away."
When Vizet mentioned the word "us," Luna narrowed her eyes in satisfaction. "All right! Then we can only obey orders!"
"Exactly!" Vizet made a gesture of confirming an order. "I guarantee I'll follow Miss Lovegood's orders!"
Luna burst out laughing, then simply lifted her wrist and held it out in front of Vizet.
Vizet understood and clasped Luna's hand. Their palms pressed together, their fingers slowly fitting into the spaces between each other's until all ten fingers were intertwined, locked tightly together.
Hand in hand, the two stood at the top of the tower and looked out over their surroundings, suddenly feeling as if the world had opened up before them.
Paris did not have many tall buildings, and the Eiffel Tower was over three hundred meters high. The entire city looked like a sprawling sand table.
On that enormous sand table, streets crisscrossed, with plazas dotted here and there.
Those buildings that had once seemed tall had now become tiny, delicate blocks, stacked in layer upon layer, while the streams of people and cars had shrunk to the size of chess pieces.
Perhaps because they were surrounded by familiar companions, the shock and emotion brought by this first experience were magnified