He wasn’t expecting anyone to be up here. It was the Eiffel Tower for goodness sakes, smack in the middle of Paris, at midnight. Hazel hues stare at you dumbfounded, his expression slack for half a second before assuming something a bit more practical. A grin split his shocked visage, his hands teased the inner folds of his jacket; light bouncing off of the rims of his glasses.

“.. So… What’cha doing up here, kid?” Nevermind the fact that you were probably around his age.