Chapter 6
“Hé! Qu’est ce que vous foutez là? Vous n’avez rien à faire ici!” an angry voice roared.
“s**t,” Penn spat. “We have to go.”
I didn’t need a translation to know that the guy sounded pissed. Penn grabbed my hand and ran the opposite direction of the security guard.
“What did he say?” I asked, dashing after him.
“Basically, What the f**k are you doing here?”
“Oh god.”
Penn laughed as he continued running. “Hey, where’s the fun if there’s not a chance of getting caught, right?”
My inner risk aversion shuddered at that thought. And yet, here I was, running from an angry security guard at night in the middle of the Paris opera house. Perhaps Paris had changed me. Or Penn had.
The security guard was running after us. I knew that, if he caught up, we would be in serious trouble
