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Authors: Jessica Sorensen, Aleatha Romig, Kailin Gow, Cassia Leo, Lacey Weatherford, Liv Morris, Vi Keeland, Kimberly Knight, Addison Moore, Laurelin Paige
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“We won’t have time, Errol.” She grabbed the side of the elevator as it jolted into motion. “In another twenty minutes the sun will be completely over the horizon.”
“In two minutes we’ll be sitting at one of the finest restaurants in all of Paris, and we’ll enjoy the best view Paris has to offer.”
The doors opened and Errol guided her to one of the most famed restaurants in all of Europe. She’d not paid attention when he’d mentioned Jules Verne, but now she remembered. It was the restaurant all tourists dreamed of eating at, while few could either afford the French menu or acquire a reservation.
In hushed tones Errol spoke to the maitre’d who smiled, checked his list then guided them to a quiet table with a breathtaking view.
“How’s that for a sunset?” Errol said as he pulled back her chair.
Feeling like the princess he’d scorned just moments earlier, she sat down. “I never would have believe I’d be sitting here at Jules Verne. It’s unreal.”
“Wait until you try their langoustines
While Taryn took in the view, Errol ordered a bottle of wine.
“I take it you approve,” he said.
She turned to face him. “Isn’t it a little ironic that you, the self-professed hater of all that is love, marriage and romance, should take me out to dinner in one, if not, the most romantic restaurant in the world. Do you have any idea how many people get engaged here?”
With a cockeyed grin, he picked up the menu and scrutinized it. “Just because people want to foolishly turn this gastronomical heaven into some Parisian tunnel of love…”
“You know, you’re really too cynical for someone your age.”
*****
After dinner they took a private staircase to the second level and strolled at their leisure. The sky had just turned its last shade of deep purple before succumbing to the darkness of night and the City of Lights sparked to life.
“Oh, my God. Errol…” She gently reached out to touch his hand. “Look how beautiful…” She wanted to weep at the beauty of this day, the perfect afternoon, the wondrous dinner and the spectacular night show.
She expected him to groan his disdain of romance again, but instead, he leaned into her and tenderly kissed her brow. They remained silent as they took in all the night had to offer.
When a cooled chill blew by them Errol gave her hand a tug. “How ‘bout a touch of sweetness to finish this off.”
The dessert was the perfect finish to their gastronomical meal. From beginning to end, dinner was everything the Jules Verne reputation promised; the food, elegantly plated and delicious; the view exquisite and unforgettable; the service impeccable.
“What I wouldn’t give to work in such a restaurant,” Taryn said as they later walked along the darkened streets below la Tour Eiffel .
Paris came alive at night. The lights, music and aromas all there to tempt the senses.
“I would have thought your aspirations ran higher,” Errol said. “Like owning a restaurant such as Le Jules Verne.”
She chuckled and leaned playfully into him. “You’re right. I do dream of owning such a restaurant… of turning the restaurant back home into the kind of place people dream of dining at.”
For a brief moment he put his arm around her and pulled her in tight before releasing her. “Do I hear a hint of doubt in that dream?”
Surprised, she looked up at him. “Do you?”
He shrugged. “There was a definite lack of conviction.”
“Hmmm.” She considered her words. Did she really have any doubt she’d succeed in building the reputation of her little family-owned restaurant into something like Le Jules Verne ? “I know I have talent,” she finally said. “I know my way around the kitchen. I know how to bring out the flavors in food without overdoing it. I know many of the techniques that make for great haute cuisine. I certainly have the passion to go on learning what I don’t already know.”
“But…?”
She stopped and
“We won’t have time, Errol.” She grabbed the side of the elevator as it jolted into motion. “In another twenty minutes the sun will be completely over the horizon.”
“In two minutes we’ll be sitting at one of the finest restaurants in all of Paris, and we’ll enjoy the best view Paris has to offer.”
The doors opened and Errol guided her to one of the most famed restaurants in all of Europe. She’d not paid attention when he’d mentioned Jules Verne, but now she remembered. It was the restaurant all tourists dreamed of eating at, while few could either afford the French menu or acquire a reservation.
In hushed tones Errol spoke to the maitre’d who smiled, checked his list then guided them to a quiet table with a breathtaking view.
“How’s that for a sunset?” Errol said as he pulled back her chair.
Feeling like the princess he’d scorned just moments earlier, she sat down. “I never would have believe I’d be sitting here at Jules Verne. It’s unreal.”
“Wait until you try their langoustines
While Taryn took in the view, Errol ordered a bottle of wine.
“I take it you approve,” he said.
She turned to face him. “Isn’t it a little ironic that you, the self-professed hater of all that is love, marriage and romance, should take me out to dinner in one, if not, the most romantic restaurant in the world. Do you have any idea how many people get engaged here?”
With a cockeyed grin, he picked up the menu and scrutinized it. “Just because people want to foolishly turn this gastronomical heaven into some Parisian tunnel of love…”
“You know, you’re really too cynical for someone your age.”
*****
After dinner they took a private staircase to the second level and strolled at their leisure. The sky had just turned its last shade of deep purple before succumbing to the darkness of night and the City of Lights sparked to life.
“Oh, my God. Errol…” She gently reached out to touch his hand. “Look how beautiful…” She wanted to weep at the beauty of this day, the perfect afternoon, the wondrous dinner and the spectacular night show.
She expected him to groan his disdain of romance again, but instead, he leaned into her and tenderly kissed her brow. They remained silent as they took in all the night had to offer.
When a cooled chill blew by them Errol gave her hand a tug. “How ‘bout a touch of sweetness to finish this off.”
The dessert was the perfect finish to their gastronomical meal. From beginning to end, dinner was everything the Jules Verne reputation promised; the food, elegantly plated and delicious; the view exquisite and unforgettable; the service impeccable.
“What I wouldn’t give to work in such a restaurant,” Taryn said as they later walked along the darkened streets below la Tour Eiffel .
Paris came alive at night. The lights, music and aromas all there to tempt the senses.
“I would have thought your aspirations ran higher,” Errol said. “Like owning a restaurant such as Le Jules Verne.”
She chuckled and leaned playfully into him. “You’re right. I do dream of owning such a restaurant… of turning the restaurant back home into the kind of place people dream of dining at.”
For a brief moment he put his arm around her and pulled her in tight before releasing her. “Do I hear a hint of doubt in that dream?”
Surprised, she looked up at him. “Do you?”
He shrugged. “There was a definite lack of conviction.”
“Hmmm.” She considered her words. Did she really have any doubt she’d succeed in building the reputation of her little family-owned restaurant into something like Le Jules Verne ? “I know I have talent,” she finally said. “I know my way around the kitchen. I know how to bring out the flavors in food without overdoing it. I know many of the techniques that make for great haute cuisine. I certainly have the passion to go on learning what I don’t already know.”
“But…?”
She stopped and
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