Love in Paris

The glow of the Eiffel Tower lit up the Parisian night as Jake and Julie stood at the base, surrounded by the hum of tourists and the occasional street musician playing a romantic tune. Jake looked up, the towering structure glittering against the dark sky.

“It’s even more amazing in person,” he said, turning to Julie.

She smiled, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I told you it would be. Pictures don’t do it justice.”

Hand in hand, they made their way to the elevator that would take them to the top. As they ascended, Julie leaned against Jake, her excitement palpable.

When they stepped out onto the observation deck, the view took their breath away. The city of Paris stretched out below them, a sea of twinkling lights.

“Wow,” Jake said softly, gripping the railing. “It’s beautiful.”

Julie grinned, wrapping her arms around his. “It is. But you know what’s even better?”

He turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“This moment,” she said, her voice quiet but full of emotion. “With you.”

Jake felt his face heat up, but he smiled. “Cheesy, but I’ll take it.”

They stayed up there for what felt like forever, taking in the view and snapping pictures together. Jake even tried a silly pose that had Julie laughing so hard she almost dropped her phone.

As they made their way back down, Julie leaned her head on his shoulder. “Paris suits us, don’t you think?”