We’re stillin bed when my phone buzzes.
I reach for it without moving Juliette, who’s draped across my chest.
Got you the table. 7 PM tonight. Window seat. You owe me big time.
I grin at my phone.
“What?” Juliette asks sleepily.
“Nothing. I called in a favor. Just—” I check the time. It’s almost six. “Shit, we need to get up.”
“Why?”
“Because I have a surprise for you and we need to leave in an hour.”
She lifts her head. “A surprise?”
“Yeah. You need to get dressed. Something nice.”
“Romeo, we’ve been in this hotel room all day?—”
“I know. But I made plans.” I kiss her forehead. “Trust me. You’re going to love this.”
She’s quiet for a moment, studying my face. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see. Wear that blue dress from the rehearsal dinner.”
“Bossy.”
“Please?” I add. “I really want to see you in it again. With your hair down.”
Her expression softens. “Okay.”
An hour later,we’re in a car heading downtown.
Juliette’s in the blue dress with her hair down exactly like I asked. She looks stunning.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” she asks.
“Nope.”
The car winds through downtown. When the CN Tower comes into view, lit up against the night sky, I watch her face.
“We’re going to the CN Tower?”
“To the restaurant at the top.”
Her eyes go wide. “I’ve never actually been there.”
“One last night in your city. I wanted to make it special.”
Dinner is perfect.The view, the food, the way the restaurant slowly rotates. But mostly it’s just us, talking about tomorrow, about Seattle, about what happens when this stops being a Toronto bubble.
“I’m nervous,” she admits over dessert.
“About what?”
“About going back. About this being different when we’re not in a hotel room.”
