Jade woke up later that night and couldn't go back to sleep. She put on her robe and went outside on the terrace. She was lost in her thoughts when she felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist.
"It's so beautiful here at night," she said.
"It really is," he told her, "but it's not as pretty as you are."
"Beck please… this is Paris. NOTHING can compare to Paris. It's incredible. It's the city of love. It's like when you're in Paris the world is new and everything that you thought you knew you don't."
He looked into her eyes and started singing
When you're in Paris
The days are beautiful and bright
When you're in Paris
There's no more darkness, no more night
When you're in Paris
It's like everything is new
But the one thing I would never change
Is you
When you're in Paris, in Paris
At night
When you're in Paris
Nothing can go wrong
When you're in Paris
Every love is strong
But there's not love to compare
When I run my fingers through your hair
When you're in Paris, in Paris
At night
When you're in Paris, in Paris
At night
"Beck did you just write that," she asked him.
"Yes," he said, "I was inspired by your words"
"I love this," she said, "and I love you and I love being in Paris"
"We'll be here for another 3 weeks," he told her grinning.