Some TFIOS scenes through Gus' eyes

Oranjee

I'm getting ready to go get Hazel so we can go to Oranjee, a restaurant Peter Van Houten's assistant set up for us. I stand in front of the mirror and fix my suit.

It feels a little weird to be wearing the suit I was suppose to wear in my funeral but I wanted Hazel to remember me in it alive and well, knowing that soon I will probably be wearing it to my own funeral.
I know I have to seem as well and healthy as I can for Hazel right now but it's getting harder and harder every day.
I take one last look in the mirror and whisper "You can do this Gus".
Before I walk out the door I grab the directions for Oranjee and head over to Hazel's room. I still feel a little weird walking around in what will be my death suit but I try my hardest to ignore that, and when I get to Hazel's room I pop a cigarette in my mouth and knock twice.
I hear a "hello?" and notice that these doors don't have peep holes so she doesn't have any way to know it's me. I say the first thing that comes to my mind I know Hazel will recognize immediately: "Okay."
When she opens the door I give her my classic half smile and see her beautiful blue dress. It's a cute little sun dress that shows the most of her skin I have ever seen, not in a provocative way, but in a beautiful way.
I say her name and tell her she looks gorgeous.
She seems like she was struggling for words and then finally said she felt underdressed when she notices my suit. I look down at her with my still crooked smile and say "This old thing?"
Then she told me I look extremely handsome and I have to admit I blushed a little. It's the best suit I own and thats what I want to give Hazel as long as I still can, my best.
I immediately thanked her and offered her my arm so she would take, and on our way out her mom told us to be back by eleven.
While we were waiting for our tram Hazel asked me if this was the suit I usually wear to funerals. I answered no, not knowing if I should tell her it's the one I was planning on wearing when I died and that I might be needing it again for that soon. Instead I just say "that suit isn't nearly this nice."
Our tram arrived and when I handed the driver our cards he told me I had to wave it in front of this circular sensor thing. On our way down the crowded tram and old man stood up so we could sit together. I smiled but Hazel tried to tell him that it's okay but he was insistent so we took our seats, her leaning over me so we could both see out the window.
When I notice the trees along the canal I point them out to Hazel. They were Elm trees with seeds so beautiful they resembled colorless rose petals falling out off the sky. They gathered beautifully in the sky like a flock of birds greeting the Amsterdam spring sky. The man who gave up his seat for us must of noticed us looking at the Elm because he said, in English, "Amsterdam's spring snow, the iepen throw confetti to greet the spring."
After four tram changes we finally arrive at Oranjee. When we walk in the hostess greets us with lit up eyes asking if we were Mr. and Mrs. Waters. Hazel said "I guess?" and smiled at her. She took us towards the outdoor seating across the street along the canal and told us the champagne on the table was their gift. Me and Hazel smiled at each other, gratefully taking the complementary champagne.
I pulled out Hazel's chair and pushed her in before taking my own seat. I was taking in the beauty of Amsterdam and feeling it's every breeze on my face. I noticed thousands of those Elm seeds covering the canal like a pale blanket and couldn't help but smile. I raised the champagne fluke in a toast towards Hazel and said "Okay," she responded "Okay," and we clinked glasses and each took a sip.
It felt like warm, crisps, delicious bubbles melting through my throat and I loved it. Hazel seemed to enjoy it as well because she told me it was delicious and that she had never drunk champagne. Then towards us came a waiter younger than the one before and told us how when Dom Pérignon invented champagne he said he was tasting the stars, then asked if we wanted a menu or the chef's choice. Me and Hazel looked at each other and, not knowing much about the food from here, I told him the chef's choice, but not without telling the waiter how Hazel was a vegetarian. He said it was no problem and before he left I asked him to keep the champagne coming. He said they had bottled up all the stars for us then complained about all the confetti.
I can't belive anyone could find such a beautiful thing annoying and when I told Hazel she told me how people get used to beauty. I told her I haven't gotten used to her yet and smiled. I noticed she started blushing and I tried to cover it up by thanking her for coming to Amsterdam.
She thanked me for letting her hijack my wish and I thanked her for wearing such an amazing dress.
Then I asked her to recite the end of the poem she read me on the plane and she did. I commented on it and the waiter came with our first course and more champagne. As I took my first ever bite of white asparagus, and enjoyed every second of its deliciousness, me and Hazel talked about how great it was.
Then all of the sudden a woman on the canal shouted something in Dutch and I shouted back that we don't speak the language. Then someone else shouted the translation "The beautiful couple is beautiful!"
With each passing course me and Hazel kept talking about how delicious it all was. Right before dessert the waiter asked if we wanted more stars but we declined. We didn't want to get drunk, we wanted to remember this beautiful night.
We were so full, as we were waiting to get hungrier to eat dessert I told Hazel how this was actually my death suit, about how me and my dad planned my entire death right before the surgery just in case. We ended up talking about that and We talked about the afterlife, how I belive in it but fear oblivion, then we talked about oblivion and Hazel got annoyed at how I fear it once again. When I asked if she was mad she just said she felt annoyed and I directed the conversation into an apology and made a joke about how it could be worse. By the look in her eyes I knew it was all okay so I smiled. The waiter came back with dessert and told us Peter Van Houten had paid for it all. This Van Houten fellow seems like a real stand up guy, I can't wait for Hazel and me to meet him.