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The Eiffel Tower is somehow exactly how I pictured it and nothing like it at the same time. In the center is a large bar, and the floor-to-ceiling windows show off the Vegas skyline in all directions.

We’re led to a small table against the window, and when we sit down, I glance out.

“You can see the fountains,” Harlow says, his voice filled with wonder.

They’re lit up right now, dancing and swaying to music we can’t hear from this high up. “Would you wanna see them at ground level before we head back to pack?” I ask, turning my attention to him.

He’s still staring out the window, his eyes wide and awed. “Yeah, can we?”

I can’t fight my smile. “Of course.”

Opening my menu, I flip to the appetizers page. “What do you think you’re gonna eat?”

Harlow turns his attention back to me. “I’m not sure. I haven’t looked at the menu.”

“Oh.” I scan the page. “I think I just figured you’d already seen what they had when you chose this spot.”

“I actually chose it because I liked the idea of being at the top and seeing the views. I didn’t even think to look at the food.”

I chuckle. That actually checks out. Would Harlow even be Harlow if he didn’t jump both feet first into everything, even without all the information he needs?

“What the fuck?” he whispers, his eyes scanning the menu. “That might have been a mistake. What is this stuff? Marinated octopus? Bone marrow.” He glances up at me, horror etched on his face, before darting his gaze back to the menu. “Escargot?”

“Snails,” I say, answering his question as he looks up at me.

His mouth falls open, his brows drawing together. “Snails? People eat snails?”

I shrug. “It’s supposed to be really good.”

He shakes his head. “No. I can’t eat here.”

“They have other things.” I lean closer, tapping his menu. “Salmon. You like salmon”

Throat bobbing heavily, he swallows again. “In the same kitchen they’re making bone marrow and octopus and snails? What’s the bone marrow even from?”

“Bones,” I say, deadpan.

He rolls his eyes, but he looks disgusted. “I mean, from what animal?”

“Cows, I’d imagine.”

Harlow pales. “I really can’t eat that.”

I’m trying really hard to keep myself from laughing, but it’s basically impossible. “You don’t have to. There’s other stuff on the menu.”

Sitting back in his seat, he looks at his lap and starts nibbling on his lip. The nervous gesture makes my heart clench.

“Hey,” I whisper, waiting until he looks at me before I continue. “Do you wanna leave? We can find a food truck or something and go watch the fountains.”

He’s still nibbling on his lower lip, but after a second, he sighs, releasing it. “No, that’s okay. I don’t want to ruin our night.”

“Harlow.” I shake my head. “Any night with you could never be ruined. Let’s go.”

“Are you sure?”

Standing, I offer him my hand. His eyes fall to it, then his lips quirk up, and he takes it, letting me help him to his feet.

I place my hand on the small of his back and lead him out of the restaurant.