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Jett liked her answer, didn't tie her to anything and opened the world up to her. "Let's do this then, over the next couple of weeks we'll see everything, do everything, make everything? We have a business to start, and well I have to get better at baking." Jett would wink at Cyn. They would arrive at Beaux-Restaurant Français, Jett would have a laugh at the name of the restaurant. "It says Fine French Restaurant, not terribly creative are they?"

Cynthia smiled brightly at him. "That sounds fantastic." When he explained the name of the resturaunt, she laughed a bit and smiled. "Yeah, that doesn't say too much to me..." She giggled and would go in with him, blushing a bit. She was a bit nervous to be in the fancy resturaunt.

"I think you should order for me, since you're so smart with all this stuff." She chuckled.

He would seat her and walk around the table and sit. He would order from the waitor in his fluent French. Look back to Cyn, "I dont know what kind of whine you like so i just got us a couple of salads to start." he was content just to sit and stare at her...

Cynthia smiled a bit. "I don't have a preference. Anything." She would lean towards him a little and smile warmly. "Salad sounds a good start, but I want you to tell me what the main course will be. I want you to pick. I'm sure it'll be wonderful." She chuckled softly and smiled at him, reaching over to take his hand in hers. "This is great, Jett. It really is."

Jett would feel a warmth in his heart for the woman across the table from him, as she touched his hand the warmth turned to a blaze that couldn't be put out by the oceans of a million worlds..."Cyn, you make me so happy... happier than I thought possible..." Jett would pause and look down at the table to catch his breath, "You're the most amazing person... ever... thank you."

Jett was taken back by her..."I'll order when my mind is working correctly." Jett would have a chuckle at himself. "I know that this place makes some amazing food... I want to get you some truly authentic French food."

Cynthia listened to him speak and her cheeks flushed pink. She wasn't aware that she could make anyone so happy. She chuckled a bit and gave a little smile. "I'm not so amazing, but thank you." She chuckled again as he mentioned ordering when his mind worked correctly. "Of course. Take your time. I'm enjoying the restaurant, it's beautiful." She would simply look around, her hand still lighting touching his, giving him time to relax.

Jett would look at Cyn, "I'll order you everything..." Jett would call over for the waiter and asked for everything on the menu. He wanted all the expensive wines, all the expensive fondue, etc. "I just ordered the whole kitchen."

He was ready to enjoy France in full all at once! "Ready for this?"

Cynthia laughed lightly and stuck her tongue out at him. "You better not have! There's no way I would eat the whole kitchen!" She giggled and would smile at him. "I'm absolutely ready. This whole time that we're going to spend here, it's just going to be great, Jett."

Jett was so happy to hear her excitement, he had a lot planned for them. "Cyn I just want you to know that I don't do this, I never have, and without you, I might have never gotten around to really feeling what life is supposed to feel like." Jett was sincere, Cyn had brought him to alive in a sense, he didn't feel like Frankenstein's Monster. "I feel human with you Cyn, like I'm allowed to mess up, like I'm allowed to be dumb, like... I'm allowed to be who I really am, not a perfect machine like I have been for so long."

Cynthia smiled at him. "Of course, Jett. You shouldn't be anyone other than who you are. You don't need to be perfect, you just need to be you. Okay?" She was glad she could make him feel so relaxed. He deserved to feel relaxed and happy.

The food would come to the table in large trays, Jett would have Cyn served a small portion of everything and a small portion of everything to himself as well. Jett would look up at Cyn after seeing that the table was so flooded they couldn't hold hands... So Jett being who he was would get up and move the chair so he could sit next to her, close enough they could hold hands, kiss, etc. He liked this better anyway, "There, that's better." he would say with satisfaction... "Lot's of food to try."

Cyn was more than happy to have him sitting beside her. She looked through all the delicious food taht was set out and she smiled. "Wow...it all looks so good!" She would start eating with him and smile. "It's delicious!" She couldn't believe how wonderful French cuisine was!

Jett would begin to eat as well looking around to see the looks they were getting. He would stand up, "Excuse me." he would say to Cyn. He would walk into the kitchen he would be in there for a few minutes and then a swarm of waiters would come out and remove the people who were sitting at the other tables. The people would seem upset, but leave reluctantly. The waiters would walk back into the kitchen, Jett would come back into the Dining room. "Sorry had to ask the Chef for his recipes." Jett would smile.

Cyn looked up as he stood. "Huh? Oh, okay." She'd let him go off, and she would continue eating. But then she noticed the waiters come out and make the people leave. Then she looked at Jett when he returned. She put down her fork and frowned. "Really?" she questioned. "I was pretty sure renowned chefs don't just hand out their recipes to whoever asks for them, Jett." She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him firmly. "Now do you want to tell me the truth, or should we just cut this whole trip short? Because lying to me is a fast way to do that."

Jett would smile, it was obvious he'd been joking, "Oh come on, you know I was kidding." Jett was trying to lighten the mood. "Look the people here were staring at us and I'm not a fan of rudeness, so I bought out the place... sorry." Jett was sincere. "I want you to know that this trip means more to me that you might know... I've never had a vacation, nor have I ever had a girlf-er.... a friend to join me." Jett would catch himself spilling a little and correct himself as best he could. "I want to enjoy this, and I'm not going to tell people to leave anymore if you don't want me to." Jett had upset her, unintentionally.

Cynthia sighed a little bit. "Jett..." She just couldn't wrap her head around it. His thinking was totally different from hers. "People stare, so you buy out the entire resturaunt?" She leaned back in her chair and ran a hand through her hair.

"I just can't follow you. You have a problem, so you use money to fix it. It just..." She sighed. "It blows my mind." And obviously not in the good way. "We're not exactly a normal pair of people, Jett. Plus, we're Americans. Or at least, I am. You kind of are. Of course they'd stare..."

She sighed, then focused on him. "...okay. But will you please just try not to toss your money around?" She sighed again. "I just...it's not something I'm used to. It makes me uncomfortable."

Jett could see he made the wrong move... "Look, Cyn... here's what I'll do... I'll make sure to talk to you about my money before I spend it... I'm just not used to spending any of it so I have gone a little crazy."

Jett wanted this night to become better from here on out. He would begin to eat again tasting the wonderful cuisine in front of him. "This food is fantastic isn't it?" He was really enjoying the food. "Where should we go next?"

Cyn smiled at him. "Alright. I like that idea. Thank you, Jett." She would start eating as well, and chuckle softly. "It is fantastic. It's really great." She thought over his question. "Well, we're all dressed up. Are there any nice clubs or something in the area?"

She smiled a bit at him.

Sawyer would call over a waiter.

«Où pouvons-nous trouver un grand club? Mon ami et moi sommes intéressés dans certaines boissons et certains de danse, savez-vous d'un lieu?"

"Oui, monsieur, il est un grand club à quelques kilomètres d'ici, c'est le point le plus chaud dans toute la France."

«Cela sonne bien et tout, mais j'étais plus intéressé par quelque chose avec un peu plus jeter en arrière?"

"Eh bien, monsieur, j'aurais encore à dire que cet endroit est parfait pour vous, mon frère est un barman, là-bas et il serait en mesure de vous obtenir un stand VIP. Est-ce que répondre à vos besoins?"

"Oui, s'il vous plaît appelez votre frère et je vous laisse un gros pourboire et assurez-vous de lui faire savoir que si nous avons un bon moment que je vais laisser un pourboire même."

"Oui, monsieur, absolument, je vais l'appeler maintenant, Merci Monsieur, Je vous remercie."

He would watch the waiter leave, "Is it okay if I tip him nicely? He's getting a VIP booth for us in downtown Paris." he would look to her for a response.

Cynthia watched the two talk, the words were just jumbles of a mess to her! It made no sense at all. She just continued eating while they talked, and when Jett asked, she gave him a careful look. "Well, that's really nice. But how much is 'nicely'?" She wanted to know before she agreed. She was fine with giving him a nice tip, but her version of 'nice tip' might differ from Jett's.