After a delicious and ridiculously overpriced lunch at the hotel restaurant, Hunter and I made a brief stop at the hotel suite before setting off to the Arc de Triomphe. Aside from the restaurant, there was another reason I had wanted to come back to the hotel– I needed to take out my contacts. I had worn them through the whole flight and that morning, so my eyes were getting irritated.
I hated wearing my glasses in front of people because of high school, but my eyes needed a break. I also grabbed a beanie and a scarf since the sun was going down and it was getting colder. I nervously walked back out into the living area, worried about what Hunter would think of my glasses. If my eyes hadn’t been so dry it felt like I was dragging sandpaper across them every time I blinked, there was no
