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It was a beautiful night in Paris. WWE had been traveling around Europe for a month now and John Cena had loved ever second. From Rome to London to Madrid it was so wonderful. And now they were in his favorite Paris, he had always loved France. They seemed so cool, so classy. John was proud of where he came from for sure but if he had to pick anywhere else in the world, other than America, he would pick France in a heartbeat.
Now he sat in the back of a cab with a smile of his clean-shaven face, the lights of Paris passed slowly by as the car drove. Yellows, greens and oranges danced and swirled around the city. John glanced out at the many buildings they pasted, trying to remember any of his high school French.
Suddenly he felt a small hand on his leg "Babe are you ok?"
"Yeah Eve I'm ok"
The brunette turned and looked out her own window, why wasn't he talking? She turned back to him with a smile. "I love you John." He finally stopped looking out the window "Love you to baby."
He tossed his arm around her to pull her closer. Eve giggled and rubbed his jean clad knee a bit more, but he is sooo loving.
Eve and John had been going out now for a little over five months and Eve just knew how this night would end. John had planned the whole night out. He had seemed so excited when he was telling her about his plan back at the hotel. They would eat at a small little bistro he has eaten at ,and fell in love, on a past tour then they would walk to the Eiffel tower to take a look from the iconic tower. It was a cheesy night would you probably see in a bad romance movie but, Cena had wanted it and Eve just loved the idea of getting propose to in Paris on the Eiffel tower.
John felt Eve snuggle up against her, removing all the space between them. She could be so clingy at times. Again he looked out the window. People in stylish clothes walked up and down the street, some hurried while others took their time. Three guys laughed as they entered a bar. What John wouldn't give to be out with his friends that night. Instead Eve had pressure him into going out with her tonight so, he threw together some plan at the last-minute and got laughed at by Zack Ryder for being so whipped.
A sigh floated out of his mouth as the cab pulled up by the restaurant. After paying John stepped out onto the side busy sidewalk and helped Eve to her feet. In her three inch heels she was only two inches shorter than him. Cena didn't like that. She had all the power in the relationship the least he could do was look like he had some.
Eve smoothed her basic black dress; she also had a thick red belt over it which matched her heels and lipstick. John smiled as he looked at her she was beautiful, just as beautiful as Paris. So what if he couldn't go out drinking tonight he had Eve.
The sound of wineglasses clinking and people talking welcome the two as they entered the small, plain but classy bistro. It mixed with the smells coming from the kitchen and the feeling of Johns arm around her waist and made Eve giddy. This was going to be a great night. The best Night. The Perfect night.
They were seated quickly by a perky waitress with black hair by a high window. The walls were red with thick stripes of white by the floor and ceiling. John felt of the clean white table-cloth over the table as Eve began about how rude Layla had been. Candles where on every table around the room and seemed to make everyone glow. Eve placed her tan hand over John's. He looks up and their eyes meet, she stare in to his greenish blue eyes as he glazes in to her light green ones. A smile creeps over both of their faces. They were a beautiful couple in Paris.
The waitress came back to take their order. John thought about eating something actually French but chickened out and ordered a steak. Eve grinned; John was so cute looking in that black button down, and order a bowl of Bouillabaisse.
Once the waitress disappeared in to the kitchen, John and Eve held hands on top of the table. John thought that they must have looked really stupid. Two tourists in a cheesy bistro holding hands in the candle light, not saying a word. It was scene straight out of a bad movie but, she seemed to love it so Cena didn't say anything. He could suddenly hear music drifting in from the door it was a guitar, probably somebody playing on the street.
Eve tilted her head "John hun" she nearly whispered.
"Yeah" he answered a little bit startled by the sudden conversation "what's wrong?"
"Oh nothing's wrong, I just love the way you look in that shirt."
Well you did pick it out he replied in his head. She was always getting his fancy clothes and gifts so that he would do the same. She didn't mind that he usually worn jorts, she just didn't like it.
He shook the bitter thought from his head, what was wrong with him? "Thanks...You look great too."
Eve bit her lick stick covered bottom lip and tried to hide her disappointment. What was that pause for?
Their food came and the rest of dinner was straight from a love story. They joked and talks, gazed in to each other's eyes again, they flirted and feed one another. Ever slipped off her heel and ran her bare foot over John's black leather shoes. Yet another gift from Eve.
Finally the two left the restaurant. Eve bit her lip as they stepped outside the bistro. He's gonna propose I know it.
