This one-shot relates to episode 5, The Look Book.

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We stood on the grass of the Champ de Mars staring up at the structure before us. Its lights glowed yellow, a sharp contrast to the pitch black night which hung behind it. Beside me Billy rubbed his hands together, grinning. "My first time at the Eiffel tower and it's already epic". I looked sideways at him.

"Our first time" I corrected.

"Uh Janie, are you forgetting something? You've already been here once." He said giving me a look like I was still too jet-lagged to be coherent.

"Yeah, but I wasn't with you so it didn't count. And still even then, technically it's still our first time being here…together" I replied, smiling slightly. Billy's eyes softened and he grabbed my hand, tugging me towards the building.

"Come on"

As we stood in the elevator I thought back to that night four years ago when I had first come to Paris.

I walked across the grass, phone in hand and smile on my face. "I wish you were here right now. That is the only thing in the world that could possible make this any better". Of course Billy was on the other end of the line.

"Well I'm just glad you made it" He said, referring to the craziness of the day I misplaced the Look book. We chatted as I walked. "…I just wanna hear about Paris" I heard Billy say. I smiled again.

"Okay, okay. It's beautiful. And it's French" I really couldn't describe it any other way, still consumed with the idea that I, Jane Quimby, was in France of all places.

"And it's…it's" I paused, trailing off as I looked up at the towering structure in front of me.

"Jane? You still there?" I heard Billy ask.

"Billy…" I couldn't bring myself to say much else. It was just so breathtaking.

"What?" he replied curiously.

"You're not gonna believe where I'm standing right now" I said, staring up and laughing in slight disbelief as I started to walk again, describing to Billy everything I was seeing.

Now here I was again and Billy was with me in person this time.

We emerged at the top and again Billy pulled me forward.

"Oh my god…Janie." he breathed looking around. He stepped towards the railing and scanned the miles of lights before us. As he looked at Paris, I looked at him. His face seemed to simultaneously express wonder, excitement, and awe. Despite his leather jacket and faux hawk he looked childlike in his incredulity. I felt a surge of warmth and a feeling so strong I felt like it might knock me over.

The Eiffel tower is the most visited paid monument in the world. Over 200 million people from all over have traveled to see it. Millions of people have stood in the same spots we did. In fact hundreds of thousands of couples must have shared moments here just as we were now.

And yet, despite all of that, it still felt special and different and as cheesy as it may sound…magical. Because I was here with my best friend. My best friend and the love of my life. And we were lucky enough to be sharing this experience with each other. "Happy" didn't seem like nearly an adequate enough descriptor for how I felt.

Billy finally turned to look at me, noticing I wasn't by his side.

"Janie" was all he said, reaching out his hand towards me, palm open. I walked towards him, taking his hand. It wasn't enough. I let go briefly before I encircled my arms around his waist and placed my head on his chest and looked up at him. His eyes met mine and he smiled before turning his face back towards the view.

"Our first time on top of the Eiffel Tower"

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