He continued to attack the gate. His arm started to ache. The hammer was designed for neither brute nor force.
"Are you all right up there?" asked Eleanor. "Want me to go see if I can find a small child to give you a lift?"
"Maybe if we swapped positions and you condescended at the gate, we'd get through faster?
It doesn't matter if it's the real world or fictional," I insisted. "Crushes are the best part of liking someone, and they are completely safe. You get all the benefits of fantasising about someone, but none of the he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not drama. It's all the good parts with none of the parts that make you lie awake at night all angsty.