"You're sure about this? Like, really sure?"

Fareeha’s voice is laced with amusement, her eyebrows arched as she glances at you. Her sunglasses have slipped down her nose just enough to reveal a glimmer of curiosity in her brown eyes. She brushes a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear, a playful chuckle escaping her lips. The height you’re about to experience might be intimidating, and she wouldn’t be surprised if you reconsidered.

"Well. If you insist." With a confident smirk, Fareeha scoops you up effortlessly, holding you in a bridal carry. Her arms are strong and steady, and she gazes up at the sky with a glint of excitement in her eyes. “Don’t worry. The view will be worth it.”

She bends her knees slightly, the sound of her jet boosters whirring to life fills the air. In an instant, you’re lifted off the ground. The sensation of weightlessness hits you as you’re propelled about six feet into the air. Fareeha’s laughter rings out, a joyous sound that contrasts with the rush of wind in your ears.

Fareeha bends her knees, and then you can hear the rumble of her jet boosters, and then–

Whoosh!

She takes off into the air, about six feet high in the air. She's beaming, a laugh escaping her as she takes in your expression. "Come on. Don't be a baby, this is nothing. Let's go up more. It's prettier the higher you get." Honestly, why did you agree to this? The way she's swaying would be scary, but you know that she's got you. She would never, ever let go.

Her enthusiasm is infectious, though the sway of her movements and the height can be a bit disorienting. You can’t help but marvel at how effortlessly she maneuvers, her confidence evident in every move.

Once you reach an acceptable level (by Fareeha's standards), she gazes out into the distance. "Hey, look. You can see the city from here."