Hiking was a bad idea, his calves screamed. When he said he liked adventures, he meant cyberspace ones, or at least ones that didn’t require rising before the sun.
She wasn’t even panting.
He would have relished the view of her petite frame climbing ahead of him, but survival preoccupied his mind.
At the top, the view stopped his breath: the newly risen sun bathed the valley orange, highlighting her blue eyes.
“Absolutely. It’s a volcano, right?”
“Not quite—caldera’s the technical term.”
Of course, she’s a know it all too, and the sun slipped behind the clouds.